Then Solana went on deliberately: "I must confess that I was not quite honest, back there in the restaurant. I did not spend the past hours investigating suspects. That is routine police work, and I am certain it is being handled quite competently by the proper authorities, who are also, I am sure, conducting the search for Mr. Henderson with great efficiency. Unfortunately, they do not have quite as much information as I have. They think they are dealing with an ordinary murderer. They do not realize that they are dealing with a man being used as a pawn in a game of international intrigue- a pawn that has just been sacrificed to protect a more valuable piece on the board. A queen, perhaps?"
Priscilla stirred at last. "I don't know what you're driving at-" Solana ignored her. "Instead of assisting the police investigation, I have spent the past hours out in the dunes with a pair of night glasses, watching this room, assigned to Miss Decker, and the one in the next building assigned to you, Mr. Helm, and Mrs. Lujan. I wanted to learn to which one of you Henderson would come for help, when it became dark enough that he thought he could not be seen. He came here."
Priscilla said sharply: "That doesn't prove-" Solana recognized her existence at last, looking straight at her. "No, Miss Decker, it does not prove that you were the one who gave him the gun, and presumably at the same time instructed him, by voice or written message, to make his escape and meet you here after dark. At least it does not prove that you were acting alone. Two United States agents in the same small Mexican town might well be working together, might they not. As a matter of fact I had reason to believe you were; I attended a conference at which both your superiors were present. However, I always like to confirm my suspicions before taking action."
He glanced at me, as if expecting me to comment; when I did not, he shrugged and went on: "If Mr. Helm were involved, he would not have wanted the murderer to appear at the room he shared with Mrs. Lujan, who apparently does not also share his secrets. He would undoubtedly have used this one for the rendezvous-Mr. Henderson's rendezvous with death."
Priscilla licked her lips. "But-" "But if Mr. Helm had wanted Henderson dead," Solana went on remorselessly, "he would have fired the instant he was certain of his target. Instead, he refrained from shooting at some risk to himself. You are the one who fired, Miss Decker, to silence the man who could have betrayed you. I believe you invited Mr. Helm to your room just now, on one pretext or another-I won't ask what it was-hoping you could maneuver him into doing your grim work for you. When he balked, you did it yourself."
I glanced at Priscilla and she looked away. It occurred to me that I was getting a little tired of the legend of Triggerhappy Helm. So maybe I'd shot a little too soon once, in Mazatlбn, did that mean I was going to commit everybody's homicides for them? First Harsek had tried to cash in on my hasty reputation, and now this kid had come up with the same tired idea…
Solana was looking at me again. He said, "I have already apologized to Mrs. Lujan for accusing her and pretending to arrest her. It was a necessary subterfuge to get her away from you and Miss Decker. I now apologize to you for my suspicions. I am satisfied that you are not involved in this scheme, although your country obviously is. I hope, since your superiors have seen fit not to give you a part in it, you will abide by their judgment and not interfere… Yes, Miss Decker?"
Priscilla had looked up. "How could I have smuggled a gun to Henderson?" she demanded. "I didn't have any camera cases _" Solana's laughter cut her short. "My dear, it would be unchivalrous of me to suggest that your visible attributes are not entirely your own. However-" His glance touched the front of her lavender ski jacket. "However when we get a matron to search you, I think we will find that certain improvements on nature were designed to serve a practical as well as an aesthetic function. It was a very small gun."
Priscilla flushed. She turned to me. "Matt, are you going to let this supercilious bastard-" Solana said sharply, "Miss Decker, there is absolutely no point in your trying to draw Mr. Helm into your troubles. You are obviously a U.S. agent on a mission so secret that even your colleagues in other agencies have not been informed. Having met your chief, I can understand: he is a man who would want to keep the credit for his own organization. Well, let him keep the blame, too." He cleared his throat. "I admit I do not wholly understand the clandestine operation in which you are involved, seсorita. I was deceived; I thought these flying objects were genuine, at least to the extent that they did exist and fly. Now it appears that some of them-perhaps all of them-existed only in the imaginations of the observers, and of Mr. Leonard's agents who hired or persuaded the observers to make their false reports. As the late Mr. Henderson was persuaded."
I said, "Look, you're jumping to conclusions, Solana. A lot of those reports mentioned U.S. insignia and uniforms, didn't they?"
"That was clever," Solana said coldly. "That seemed to indicate that the United States was being victimized – framed, I believe is the word. But now that I learn who is behind the plot, I wonder if these identifications were not part of a deliberate plan to create an atmosphere of menace throughout the northern part of my country, in preparation for a political or military move on the part of our great neighbor to the north."
I said, "Hell, man, you can't think we're going to invade you!"
Solana shrugged gracefully. "American troops have invaded Mexico before, Seсor. Exactly what demands will be made, I cannot guess, but it would be a cheap victory, would it not, if my government were to yield to the threat of a new U.S. weapon that did not actually exist?" He shrugged again. "In any case, the trial will bring out the details, I am sure. The fact is that a U.S. agent has been captured in the act of conspiring against a friendly neighboring government. Please observe, Mr. Helm, that I am being scrupulously fair.
"I could arrest you as well, and make my case stronger by presenting two American conspirators-" Carol moved. It was totally unexpected, at least by me, but obviously I'd underestimated her. She gave no warning, she made no speeches, she committed none of the usual beginner's errors; she simply stepped out of her corner and threw her arms around Solana from behind.
"Get his gun!" she gasped. "Oh, please, Matt, get his gun, quickly!"
18
A MOMENT LATER I had Solana's automatic from his hand and the two guns from his pockets: mine and Priscilla's. I rearranged the arsenal so I could cover him with the weapon with which I was most familiar – the 9mm Browning-and nodded to Carol, who let go of him. and stepped away, patting into place a lock of hair disarranged by the struggle.
"Sorry, amigo," I said to Solana. "Just one request. Please don't tell me I can't get away with it."
He made a little gesture with his raised hands, disclaiming responsibility. "It is your choice, Seсor Helm. I gave you an out, as you Yankees would say, because I believe that in your way you are a sincere and honest man. But if you wish deliberately to involve yourself in someone else's crime-international crime-you will have to take the consequences. As will Mrs. Lujan."
"Sure." I looked at Carol "You heard the man. You just stuck your neck way out. Why?"
Carol licked her lips. "I.. – am an American citizen, aren't I? And while I think what that woman is doing here is incredible and perfectly horrible-what I understand of it-she is an American agent, isn't she? And I couldn't very well let Mr. Solana put her on display in a Mexican courtroom as proof of some sneaky kind of U.S. aggression, could I? I mean, we don't have to wash our dirty linen in public." She glared at Priscilla. "Not that it doesn't need washing badly!"
"I see," I said. "And as a patriotic American citizen, just what do you recommend as the next step."