“You arranged it for my friend Lance Cabot and his people,” Beck said.
“Just how good a friend are you to Mr. Cabot?” Stone asked.
“We have a cordial working relationship.”
“Then perhaps you should speak to Lance about arranging such a meeting.”
“Stone, I have reason to believe that you are not ethically obligated to seek Lance’s permission to arrange a meeting with Pablo.”
“Oh, are you and Mr. Estancia on a first-name basis, too?” Stone asked.
“We have had occasion to meet once or twice in the past.”
“Then why don’t you just ring him up? I’m sure you know how to get in touch with him.”
“Our usual line of communication is presently out of service,” Beck said. “Thus, my meeting with you.”
“Tell me, Aaron, why do you think Pablo would wish to see you?”
“As I said, we’ve met before and done business.”
“Was the business you have done with Pablo conducted to your satisfaction?” Stone asked.
“You might say that,” Beck replied.
“Is there some reason why you didn’t contact Pablo a short time ago when your line of communication was still serviceable?”
“Circumstances change all the time,” Beck said. “I didn’t need to speak to him at that time. Lance didn’t need to contact Pablo until he kidnapped him.”
Stone feigned surprise. “Did Lance tell you he kidnapped Pablo?”
Beck sighed. “I have more than one source of information.”
“Aaron,” Stone said, “do you wish to harm Pablo?”
“Of course not,” Beck replied.
“Do you wish to invite him to Israel for a chat?”
“I would be happy to extend such an invitation.”
“Do you wish to take him to Israel whether or not he wants to go?”
“Do you really believe we are so ham-fisted as that, Stone?”
Stone smiled. “I have formed the opinion that the Mossad will sometimes go to great lengths to achieve its ends. I am in mind of an assassination in an Arab country that made the news recently, involving numerous Mossad agents carrying stolen passports. On that occasion the Mossad was quite ham-fisted.”
“Let us not revisit the past,” Beck said, spreading his hands. “Why don’t we concentrate on the near future.”
“Why do you wish to speak to Pablo?”
“I’m afraid that my instructions do not allow me to impart that information to anyone but Pablo.”
Their lunch arrived.
“Suppose Pablo agreed to see you with his attorney present?” Stone asked.
“Stone, Pablo is not charged with any crime in Israel; why would he require an attorney?”
“He might require a witness,” Stone said. “And you might be less inclined to press an invitation to your country upon him if an American citizen was present and handcuffed to Pablo.”
“Handcuffed?”
“Metaphorically,” Stone replied. “Let’s get down to brass tacks. What have you to gain from Pablo by such a meeting, and what would Pablo have to gain from it?”
“We wish only to have the answers to some questions,” Beck said. “As for Pablo, he might gain freedom from our attentions in the future.”
“And how long might this conversation last?”
“I’m sure we could conclude it within the same time frame as his discussions with the CIA.”
“And where do you propose that this meeting take place?”
“Perhaps at the offices of our mission?”
“You are assuming that Pablo is still in this country.”
“Yes, but if he is back in Europe, his house in Switzerland would be a satisfactory meeting place.”
“Pablo found his conversations with Lance and his people to be very tiring,” Stone said. “I’m not sure he would wish to endure another such session. How about a nice chat on the phone?”
“I’m afraid I must insist on a face-to-face meeting,” Beck replied.
“Insist?” Stone asked. “And I thought this was going to be a friendly conversation.”
“Forgive my impertinence,” Beck said smoothly.
Stone put down his napkin and polished off his mind. “All I can do, Aaron, is deliver your kind invitation to Pablo, if I should happen to speak to him in the near future.”
“If?”
“I have no way of knowing if he will call again.” Stone stood up. “Thank you for a very good lunch,” he said. “I hope they don’t take it out of your pay.”
Beck looked pained. The two men shook hands, and Beck handed him a card, identifying him as the agricultural attaché to the Israeli UN Mission.
FIFTY-FOUR
Stone walked back to his office and phoned Pablo.
“Yes?”
“It’s Stone. I’ve just had lunch with one Aaron Beck of the Mossad. Do you know him?”
“I do, but under a different name: Moishe Aarons. He is quite highly placed in the organization, and I’m surprised to hear that he is in this country.”
“He may have come here to see you,” Stone said. “He knows about your conversation with Lance and his people. He may even have heard about that from Lance himself.”
“Or possibly not,” Pablo replied. “Wherever there are Jews, Mr. Aarons has sources.”
“If you say so.”
“Why do you think he might have come to the United States to see me?”
“Because he was deeply interested in having a conversation with you, along the lines and depth of the one with Lance.”
Pablo snorted. “Tell him that if he has any questions of me, Lance is in a position to answer them.”
“I like that,” Stone said. “Did you make inquiries about why the Israelis might be interested in you?”
“My inquiries, though oblique, lead me to believe they may think I have sold arms to the Palestinians.”
“Ah.”
“You may tell Mr. Aarons the following,” Pablo said. “Quote: I have never knowingly sold arms or ammunition to any person or group representing the cause of the Palestinians. Unquote.”
“ ‘Knowingly’?”
“In my business identities can be . . . flexible, but I am usually aware of with whom I am dealing.”
“I will pass that on to him,” Stone said, “along with your suggestion of asking questions of Lance.”
“I hope that will be an end to it,” Pablo said.
“I hope so, too,” Stone replied. “I’ll let him stew for a while, then call him tomorrow. Goodbye, Pablo.”
“Goodbye, Stone.”
They both hung up.
Joan buzzed him. “A Mr. Herbert Fisher to see you,” she said.
Stone sighed. “Oh, all right, send him in.”
Herbie opened the door, let himself in, and sat down. “Hey, Stone.”
Stone noticed that he was wearing a cashmere tweed jacket, a custom-made shirt, and that he had, apparently, found a barber who disdained gel. “How are you, Herbie?”
“Troubled,” Herbie replied.
“What is troubling you, Herbie?”
“My wife.”
“Well, I tried to get you to do the prenup.”
“It’s not that—not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
“You remember, we were supposed to go on a honeymoon in the islands?”
“Yes, I recall that.”
“She won’t go now.”
“Herbie, women—especially women as bright and strong-willed as Stephanie—have minds of their own, and they often change them. You will come to have much experience of this.”
Herbie shook his head. “It’s not the changing of her mind that worries me.”
“Unburden yourself, Herbie.”
“You remember the business about the disappearing billion dollars from the Gunn company?”
“How could I forget it?” Stone replied.
“And you remember that David was suspected of that?”