"True, Seсor Helm, but I have just finished investigating all others who entered that room, and while it is not possible to be legally certain they can all be eliminated, I am morally certain that is the case. Remember, it was not just a matter of slipping a message on a scrap of paper from hand to hand. A gun is a fairly bulky object, not something the hotel maid, for instance, could readily have concealed on a plate of food, or under it. But it could have been concealed in a camera case, Mrs. Lujan."
Carol looked startled and indignant. "Really, Mr. Solana-" He went on as if she hadn't spoken. "And it could easily have been transferred to Mr. Henderson, seсora, by you or one of your companions, while he was being posed for your pictures-the pictures he was so strangely eager to have taken despite his recent, sad bereavement."
I said, "Hell, that guy was a lens louse from the day he was born. You can't prove anything by that."
"Perhaps not, but the fact remains that of all the people who entered that room, you three were best equipped to smuggle in a pistol, and you had the best opportunity to deliver it to Henderson unseen." He looked down at Carol. "I regret this very much, seсora, but I must ask you to consider yourself under arrest."
Carol's eyes were wide and shocked. "But you can't be serious! Why-"
"I am very serious."
"But why me?"
Solana sighed. "It has to be you, Mrs. Lujan, by a process of elimination. Whether or not you are aware of it, Miss Decker and Mr. Helm are both U.S. agents. Both were introduced to me by their superiors; there can be no possibility of mistaken identity. Treason is always possible, of course, even among the most carefully screened operatives, but in this case it seems unlikely. Both were given the highest recommendations. You, on the other hand, are an unknown quantity. Who vouches for you, seсora? Does Mr. Helm?"
Carol turned quickly towards me. "Matt, for heaven's sake tell the man-" I said, "You're making a mistake, Solana. I've known this lady a good many years. I'm sure she's okay."
Solana had turned to look at me intently. I had a hunch he was trying to tell me something. He said, "You speak in your private capacity, Seсor. Are you not willing to vouch for her officially?"
I looked at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. Then I glanced towards Carol, but turned back to Solana, since that was the more comfortable direction. Actually, of course, there was no real problem. Mac's instructions could have been tailored specifically for this situation. You will maintain your cover story, he'd said, with a perfectly straight face even if circumstances conspire to render it totally ridiculous.
Whether he'd been right or wrong in saying it, he'd said it,. and he was the boss. I'd acted on my own in Mazatlбn and he'd backed me up. Now it was my turn to back him up by following his orders to the letter, silly though they might seem-and as a matter of fact, they kind of fit in with the vague plan to which I was working. Maybe they even fit in with the plan to which Solana was working, which seemed to involve getting Carol away from us, either by buying her a dinner or arresting her. What he had in mind, I couldn't guess, but I could try to find out.
I drew a long, harassed breath, therefore. "Here we go again," I said to Solana. "I've been telling the lady for more than a thousand miles, and now I'm telling you: I have no official capacity. I don't know who's supposed to have vouched for me-" I looked him in the eye as I said it. "-and I don't know why the hell you all want to turn me into a secret agent. I'm perfectly willing to give Mrs. Lujan the best character reference in the world, she's a wonderful girl, but when it comes to providing her with a security clearance…
"Matt, really! You're running the gag into the ground. But if that's the way you want it…!" Carol got abruptly to her feet. She spoke stiffly to Solana: "Will you let me get a few things from my room before you take me away?"
"Of course, seсora."
"Then let's go right now, if you don't mind!"
She marched to the door, very straight and dignified in her jaunty skirt and jacket, before Solana could respond either way. He glanced at us, shrugged, and followed her out. I heard Priscilla laugh a trifle maliciously.
"I don't think she likes you any more, Matt."
I said sourly, "Hell, even if I'd wanted to break cover, I couldn't have given her a clearance because she hasn't got one. Washington's still checking her out."
"Okay, but you could have said so. And what's with this cover bit, anyway? If you had a scrap of it left after my loudmouthed performance this afternoon, Solana just blew it for you. Who are you trying to fool?"
I said, "You, sweetheart."
She looked at me sharply. "What do you mean by that?"
I grinned. "Honey, I'm under strict orders not to give Mr. Leonard's people one single thing they can use against me in a security way. That means you, doesn't it?"
"Matt, you're being ridic-"
"Am I? My chief doesn't think so. Anyway, ridiculous or not, you will not catch me revealing secrets in front of any person unauthorized to hear them, even if they're secrets everybody knows, like the identity of one M. Helm. You can spill them, Solana can spill them, but my lips remain firmly sealed. I am a harmless publicity gent on vacation until I'm told otherwise."
Priscilla laughed and put her hand on my arm. "So that's the reason for the comedy routine! Well, maybe you're right, at that. Mr. Leonard would certainly like us to get something on you, after what you did to us in Mazatlбn. Just between you and me, he's a vindictive, stupid little pipsqueak with an ego as big as a house."
I grinned at her. "What a way to talk about your employer!"
"Am I supposed to love him just because I work for him? Do you love the man you work for?"
I said, "Not exactly, but he's not a pipsqueak."
"So I hear. Incidentally, I don't quite get your strategy, partner. Me you really throwing the Lujan to the Solana, or are you by any chance throwing the Solana to the Lujan? Personally I never trust those healthy-looking, clean-looking, pure-looking blondes. Is she really a professional photographer? She looks- and acts-like a movie star just playing the part."
I said, carefully, "She's sold a few pictures over the years. Quite a few."
"But maybe that's not all she's sold, you mean?" I laughed. "Don't put words in my mouth. Frankly, I'm betting Solana's the one to watch, but I wouldn't make the bet very big. We'll just have to let them sort it out between them and see what happens."
"Well, we don't have to do it here," Priscilla said, rising. "I've got some mescal in my room. That's the bottle with the pickled bug in it-the maguey worm, to show the stuff is made from the genuine maguey plant, whatever that may be. I haven't been brave enough to sample it yet, but with a little moral support from you-" She paused as I helped her on with her ski jacket, and glanced up at me over her shoulder. "Or even a little immoral support," she murmured.
I laughed, holding her lightly. "What do you think I am, Decker, just a butterfly flitting from flower to flower, from blonde to brunette? Hell, the love of my life has just stalked out that door, presumably forever. Give a man time to catch his breath."
She smiled. "You don't need much time. A few days ago the love of your life was lying dead on a hotel room floor, but you seem to have made a pretty good recovery from that passion. If we walk real slow, maybe you'll have caught your breath from this one by the time we reach my room. It's way up near the end of the compound."
I said, "You're a callous, disrespectful bitch. Just give me a minute to pay the bill…
I left a generous tip for the little Mexican girl with the ready song. Outside, the wind still blew cold and sharp off the Sea of Cortez, carrying fine grains of beach sand with it. The leaves of the scattered palm trees in the parking lot rattled and clashed over our heads as we made our way towards the waterfront units in the dark, avoiding the black shapes of occasional parked cars.