The Silencers (7 page)

She stared at him, shocked. I said quickly, “LeBaron?”

Mac nodded. “Shot in the chest at close range. He was taken to the hospital in Juarez. He died without gaining consciousness. For a mere gigolo, Mr. Gunther seems to be handy with firearms.”

I started to speak but stopped. I’d been going to ask if LeBaron had been warned the opposition was dangerous, but it would have been a silly question. We’re not supposed to have to be warned, and a man with a gun is always dangerous.

Gail Hendricks licked her lips. “It... was an accident, I’m sure. Sam was just trying to help me. He didn’t know—”

Mac said, “LeBaron was a trained man, Mrs. Hendricks. He had received thorough instructions in how to deal with an armed opponent. I prefer not to believe that he met his death by clumsy accident.”

Those were just words, of course. The only really effective way to deal with an armed opponent who keeps his head, if you haven’t got a gun yourself, is to place a solid obstacle between you and him and run like hell. But if Mac wanted to make a point, I wasn’t going to spoil it with awkward technical details. It did seem to me we were telling this woman a lot of stuff she had no business knowing, but I couldn’t complain about that, either, since I’d started it. I presumed Mac had some plan for keeping her mouth shut.

I heard my own voice. “Where’s Gunther now?”

Mac glanced at me. “He has disappeared. The border is being watched.”

I made a rude sound. “It’s a thousand-mile border. Who’s going to watch it all?”

Gail was shaking her head. “I still can’t believe... Sam isn’t my favorite person by any means, but—”

“There seems to be no doubt about it,” Mac said. “Washington has been trying for years to identify an enemy operative who goes by the code name of Cowboy... What amuses you now, Mrs. Hendricks?”

“If it’s Sam, he certainly dresses the part.”

“That could be his way of thumbing his nose at all the agencies that have been trying to discover his identity, flaunting his big hat and cowboy boots as he goes about his work. Even a clever agent will often allow himself a small touch of arrogance. Of course, it is always a weakness, sometimes a fatal one.”

“Well, I never rated Sam as very clever,” Gail said. “And aren’t you forgetting something, Mr. Macdonald? Maybe he’s been to the Club Chihuahua before for other reasons—I don’t know about that—but he was there tonight because I brought him. He wasn’t eager to go.”

“Very probably he wasn’t eager to go with you, Mrs. Hendricks,” Mac said. “Your insistence upon visiting the club in his company at just this time must have been awkward from his point of view; naturally, he was reluctant.”

“But—”

“I wouldn’t be too eager to take responsibility for Mr. Gunther’s presence, Mrs. Hendricks,” Mac said smoothly. “As the person who accompanied him to the scene, you’re already in a rather unfortunate position. I thought, of course, that you would claim to be an innocent dupe. They always do.”

She frowned. “They? Who?”

“The legal term is accomplice, I believe.”

There was a moment of silence. Her eyes widened. “My dear man, what are you driving at?” she demanded.

“My dear lady,” he said, using the form of address deliberately, “consider the facts. Your sister, unfortunately dead so she cannot be questioned, was undoubtedly working as a double agent. That is, still maintaining a pretense of working for us, but actually betraying us to the other side. Whether she succumbed to Mr. Gunther’s physical attractions a second time, or whether he used other means of persuasion, doesn’t matter for the moment. She was helping him, and she was doing it voluntarily—”

“How do you know that?”

Mac said patiently, “She was still sending in reports. There are certain signs, certain signals, for an agent to use when his reports are prepared under duress, or when he knows they will be read by the enemy and is therefore making them deliberately misleading. No such signals showed up in your sister’s communications... I think we may take it as established that for one reason or another she had gone over to the enemy, or at least to Mr. Gunther.”

“Then why was she killed?”

Mac moved his shoulders. “It is a common fate of double agents. They walk a narrow and uncertain path, knowing too much about both sides. They are expendable.” He paused. “Now let’s examine your part in tonight’s proceedings, Mrs. Hendricks. At a critical moment, you arrived in the club with Mr. Gunther. You admit you brought him; he did not bring you?”

She hesitated. “Well, as a matter of fact, he did suggest that the ten-thirty show—”

“I see,” Mac said dryly. “So now Mr. Gunther has some say in the matter. It is no longer entirely your idea.”

She said angrily, “I don’t like your attitude at all! There’s no need to start acting like a prosecuting attorney!”

Mac shrugged. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to prosecuting attorneys, Mrs. Hendricks. You’re apt to meet quite a few of them in the near future.”

She was on her feet, aghast. “What do you mean? I haven’t done anything! You can’t think—”

“What I think,” Mac said gently, “or what Mr. Helm thinks, is quite beside the point. The facts speak for themselves. You arrived at the Club Chihuahua at precisely the strategic time. When things went wrong, you were quick to take the secret material from your sister and receive her instructions. When an agent of the U.S. Government asked you, a loyal citizen, to turn this material and information over to him, you refused to cooperate, forcing him to resort to violence and intimidation. His actions weren’t quite legal, perhaps, but I doubt that he’ll be condemned for excessive zeal, under the circumstances.”

“But how could I believe him?” she demanded. “He had no identification, no—”

“Mrs. Hendricks, the taped record in the next room will show that Mr. Helm, before resorting to other means, did everything in his power to convince you of his genuineness, even to taking oath on the Holy Bible. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to consider yourself under arrest.”

She gasped. I refrained from looking in his direction. I suppose we can arrest people if we have to—any citizen can, under certain conditions—but we don’t make a habit of it. He was throwing a scare into her for some reason. Standard procedure required that, now that he was taking the heavy part, I should suffer an abrupt change of heart in the subject’s favor.

I said, “Sir, I don’t really think—”

He glanced at me impatiently. “What is it, Eric?”

“Isn’t it possible that Mrs. Hendricks has been just... well, a little naive and foolish?”

He said, “That may be, but let’s be practical. One of our agents has gone over to the enemy—this woman’s sister. Even though the girl is now dead, it puts us in a very bad light. Do you understand? We are also going to have to report the loss of a second agent, and the unpalatable fact that important government secrets have been compromised. The wolves in Washington will want blood. Well, let them chew on Mrs. Hendricks, while we continue our task of locating and dealing with the real villain. She was given every chance to cooperate and she refused. Innocent or guilty, she has earned no consideration from us.”

“But, sir, in all fairness—”

Gail Hendricks made an impatient gesture. “Oh, stop that silly dialogue. You don’t fool me one little bit, either of you. You’re both... both equally despicable!” She faced Mac defiantly. “If that microphone you showed me is working, how is the little speech you just made going to sound on your precious tapes?”

Mac spread his hands. “My dear lady, it will never be heard. If the technician was fool enough to record it... well, magnetic tapes are easy to erase and edit.”

“I see.” Her hands were clenched into fists. Her face was white. “It’s just a frame-up, is that it?”

“My dear lady—”

She made a strangled sound. “If you call me that again, I... I’ll scream!” There was a little silence. She glanced at me quickly. “What are you grinning at, you elongated ape?”

I didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t grinning. Mac said, “We are merely doing our duty, Mr. Hendricks, reporting matters bearing on national security that have come to our attention. I will send in no information that is not absolutely accurate, believe me. I may delete a few items I consider irrelevant, but that hardly constitutes a frame-up.”

She touched her lips with her tongue. “You’re being stupid and ridiculous, you know that, don’t you? Nobody’ll believe for a minute—”

“No?” Mac opened his hand and showed her the little film capsule again. “Less spectacular evidence than this sent Alger Hiss to the penitentiary and the Rosenbergs to the electric chair, Mrs. Hendricks. Would you like to see what is on this film you carried hidden on your person and refused to surrender?”

She hesitated and licked her lips again. “Yes.”

Mac studied her face for a moment. Then he pried open the small cartridge, and spoke without turning his head.

“Eric, you have a magnifier, haven’t you?”

I got it for him. He examined the film strip briefly, and passed it to Gail, with the glass. She frowned and squinted and moved the lens back and forth helplessly.

“Just hold it next to your eye,” I said, “and bring the films up into focus. It’s customary to look towards the light.”

She gave me an angry look, but followed instructions. I saw her get a sharp image at last. A startled expression came to her face.

“But this is—”

Mac said, “You undoubtedly have read about the project in the newspapers. It is known, picturesquely, as Operation Mole: the underground atomic explosion to be set off shortly in the Manzanita Mountains, not too far north in New Mexico. We’ve had hints that there might be trouble about it.”

“But—”

Mac went on: “What you have in your hands is a set of unauthorized copies of the basic instructions covering Operation Mole, as revised following a recent postponement. There is, you will note, a detailed diagram of the underground chamber in which the explosion will take place, as well as a map of the area showing the relative locations of the chamber and the above-ground monitoring station in the foothills a safe distance away where a group of selected observers will be with Dr. Rennenkamp, the director of the project and his staff. There are also a copy of the orders, two pages, covering the general security measures to be taken and a summary of the time schedule for the operation. Note the new date, December thirteenth, the date mentioned by your sister, according to your recorded testimony. This date, let me point out, has not yet been made public.”

She started to speak, then was silent. Mac took the film and began to roll it up carefully.

“Well, Mrs. Hendricks, what do you think? If you were on a jury, shown this evidence, and told where it was found, and if you heard how extremely reluctant the bearer was to part with it, what would your verdict be?”

She hesitated. “All right,” she whispered. “All right, damn you! It’s blackmail, isn’t it? You want something, don’t you? What do you want me to do?”

In the morning, it was snowing. To hear the Texans in the hotel lobby, this was a big thing in El Paso history. It snows every so often in El Paso, but they always act as if each time was the first in the memory of man. The clerk at the desk considered me foolish even to think of venturing out into the dangerous stuff. The very idea of driving north into the white wilderness of New Mexico, he said, was suicidal. The little town of Carrizozo, to hear him tell it, was as inaccessible, for the moment, as Point Barrow, Alaska.

When I came outside, after that build-up, expecting snowdrifts to the second story, I found the streets merely wet and black with big soft white flakes drifting out of the gray sky and a little slush building up where the traffic left it alone. I asked the doorman to retrieve my truck from the parking garage across the street and went back inside just in time to see Gail Hendricks emerging from the elevator, followed by a bellboy loaded with my luggage and hers which had been brought over from a motel, earlier.

She was certainly decorative, I reflected, watching her approach. The arrangement of her light-brown hair was still kind of elaborately loose and fluffy, but this morning she was quite simply dressed in a pleated skirt and a cashmere sweater that was neither sexy tight nor sloppy loose. It was blue and matched the subdued plaid of the skirt. A single strand of pearls dressed things up a bit. She was carrying a kind of twill greatcoat with a luxurious fur lining. I guess the height of snobbishness is wearing your mink so it doesn’t show.

I said, “Good morning,” in a neutral way as she came up. I had no idea what her attitude was going to be, except that it would probably be very hostile.

She surprised me by speaking quite reasonably. “You’re exaggerating, aren’t you, Mr. Helm? It doesn’t look like a very good morning to me.” She frowned at the snowflakes drifting past the door to melt on the sidewalk. “Do you think it’s safe to start out? What if it keeps up all day?”

“That’s my brave
tejano
partner, Gail the fearless and intrepid,” I said. “I keep forgetting that all Texas comes to a shivering standstill when it snows.”

She made a face at me. “You can’t blame me for not being anxious to make this trip. It wasn’t my idea, remember?”

“I remember,” I said. “But you seem more resigned to the idea than you were last night.”

She laughed and shrugged. “What’s the saying? You can’t buck city hall, isn’t that right?”

She held out the big coat. I helped her on with it. We walked out, followed by the bellboy. I had him put the luggage into the bed of the pickup, which was protected by an aluminum canopy—not one of those fancy, trailer-like jobs, with stove, sink, and refrigerator, just a weatherproof shelter back there with windows and a door. There was space enough to sleep on an old cot mattress, even with all my camping gear aboard and generous headroom for sitting but not for standing. At the moment, it was the nearest thing to a home I owned.

I paid the storage charges, distributed tips all around, helped Gail inside, and we were off—blast-off time, approximately eight-forty-five. After a while, my companion, relaxing beside me, lit a cigarette and blew smoke at the windshield. Her resigned attitude bothered me a little. I hadn’t thought she was a woman to take coercion in such a docile fashion, and neither had Mac.