“Let’s not forget her mother,” I said. “Ilse von Bader. Her real mother. Not Evita Peron. And certainly not Isabel Pekerman. Beats me why you went to all that trouble.”
“Originally, we thought it might add to the sense of urgency if you believed that only the girl had disappeared. A girl who merely goes away with her mother hardly needs to be found with any great urgency.”
“True. But why the Evita story as well?”
“Evita is a woman who believes in the personal touch. As I’m sure you remember. She thought that an appeal to you from her, in person, would encourage you to find Fabienne.”
“She was very good,” I said. “But then, she is an actress, after all. What will happen to them? To Ilse? To Fabienne?”
“They will be kept here, in Buenos Aires. Kept safe. No harm will come to them, I can assure you. As I told you on the plane, von Bader is the only one of the three remaining trustees of the Reichsbank accounts with a family. Therefore he is the only trustee who can be trusted to go to Zurich and do what we require him to do. Which is to sign over the Reichsbank accounts to the Perons. Ilse von Bader feared allowing herself and her daughter to become hostages for her husband’s safe return. That is why they disappeared. Which left our plans in obvious disarray, since we could hardly let von Bader go to Zurich without some guarantee that he would come back again.” The colonel lit a cigarette. “So as soon as you tell me where they are hiding, we can pick them up and he can be on his way.”
“How much is there?” I asked. “In the Zurich account.”
“No one knows for sure. Not even the trustees. But in all likelihood, it’s several billion dollars.”
I whistled. In the Jockey Club, it sounded like a bomb falling out of a Junkers 88.
“Stolen, of course,” I said. “From millions of murdered Jews.”
The colonel shrugged. “Perhaps so. However, you’ve seen what she does with the money. She gives it away to the sick and the poor. Can you think of a better thing to do with it?”
“She’s buying an electorate.”
“Don’t be so naive. All electorates are bought in one way or another. Promises to reduce unemployment. Promises to reduce taxes. Promises to raise public spending. There’s not much difference between that and what Evita does. And who’s to say her way isn’t less wasteful, with no money used up by a bureaucracy.” He smoked patiently. “So. Where are they?”
I had little desire to help the Perons. But it was that or the plane ride to the bottom of the river.
“They’re living with your friend Hans Kammler,” I said. “At Wiederhold, his ranch near Tucuman. Posing as his wife and daughter.”
“That’s impossible,” said the colonel.
“No, it’s not.”
“You must have made a mistake. His real wife and daughter are living at Ingenios. It was I who arranged their visas to come here from Germany. More than a year ago. I think I’d know if it wasn’t them.”
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I didn’t say they were his wife and daughter. I said they were posing as his wife and daughter. It took me a while to recognize Fabienne. She calls herself Mercedes now and has dyed her hair red. But her father, von Bader, was right. She’s still a real beauty. Only it wasn’t she who captivated Kammler. It was Ilse. She’s a beauty, too. Kammler is very much in love with her.”
“So where are his real wife and daughter?”
“Kammler’s a rich man, Colonel. He’s got a plane in his back garden. My guess is that he paid the real wife off with a nice piece of change, and then flew her and his real daughter to Chile. Set them up somewhere else. Maybe they’re already back in Germany.”
“I didn’t know he had a plane up there.”
“He’s got it all up there. Wealth. A beautiful home. A beautiful mistress. I almost envied him.”
“Kammler.” The colonel frowned. “How very ungrateful of him.” His frown deepened. “You’re sure of this?”
“Of course I’m sure. I always remember a face. Especially a pretty face. It’s names I have a problem with.”
“Yes, I think I believe you.” The colonel shrugged. “In which case, this is yours.” He patted the briefcase. “You know, it’s nice to be proved right about someone. I was right about you. In your own haphazard way, you’re a hell of a detective, Gunther.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, perhaps that was it. You were the random factor that was needed in this case.”
“If you say so, Colonel.”
“Incidentally, the passport contains visas to a number of foreign countries, including Uruguay, Brazil, Cuba, and Spain. There’s also a first-class ticket for tonight’s riverboat service to Montevideo. Leaving at twenty-one hundred hours. I know how much you dislike air travel. Anyway, I strongly suggest you be on that boat. Very strongly. You can leave the car in the Compania de Navegacion Fluvial Argentina office at the ferry station.”
“Getting rid of me, is that it?”
“As I said to you before. Many times. In Argentina, it is better to know everything than to know too much. I’m afraid that now you know too much. Like Isabel Pekerman, for example. Leaving the country, for good, is the only possible solution for a man who won’t disappear.” He smiled his infernal smile. “I hope I’ve made myself very clear this time.”
“Very. I was thinking of leaving anyway.”
“Don’t judge us too harshly. What happened at Dulce was regrettable, I agree. But that was several years ago. Directive Eleven was found to be necessary to stop the country from being swamped with Jews. But still they came. And the question soon arose as to what we should do with all those we had arrested and interned. Finally, it was decided that it might be easier just to get rid of them as quickly and quietly as possible.”
“So Kammler built Argentina its own death camp.”
“Yes, but on a very much smaller scale than anything he had built in Poland. There were no more than fifteen or twenty thousand Jews, at most. And since then things have changed for the better. An amnesty for all foreigners who entered the country illegally was granted last year. There are no illegal Jews held in camps like Dulce anymore. And the people who implemented Directives Eleven and Twelve have now been removed. So there is even less anti-Semitism than there was. Many Jews are now Peronists. Peron himself now believes that the Jews can actually help Argentina. That their money and enterprise can help our economy to grow. After all, what is it you Germans say? Why slaughter the chicken that lays the golden eggs? Jews are welcome in Argentina.”
The colonel pointed a salutary finger in the air. “All Jews except one. There is one Jew who ought to be on that boat with you perhaps. Anna Yagubsky.”
“Never heard of her.”
“Yes, it might be a good idea,” continued the colonel, ignoring me, “if she accompanied you tonight. Things might be difficult for her if she stayed here in Argentina.”
“I don’t know where she is.”
“Well, she can’t have disappeared, can she? If she had, I’d know about it, wouldn’t I? And if she hasn’t disappeared, she won’t be hard to find. Not for a detective like you, Gunther. For her sake, I hope not. And who knows? Maybe the two of you can find happiness somewhere. You’re a little old for her, perhaps. But I believe some women like the older man.”
“What if she won’t come with me? Her parents are here. They’re old. She won’t want to leave them.”
“That would be unfortunate. For you, of course. After all, she is very beautiful. But for her, especially.” The colonel stood up. “I hope you enjoy your trip to Uruguay. Its government is stable, democratic, and politically mature. There’s even a welfare state. Of course, the people are entirely European in origin. I believe they exterminated all the Indians. As a German, you should feel very much at home there.”