Top Secret Part 41

"Say 'good night' to the nice people, Captain Cronley. We have to get up with the birds to go flying."

- Cronley showed Frade to his room, two doors down from his, and asked, "What did you tell Mattingly about Orlovsky?"

"I told him that I had made it perfectly clear to you that you were going to let General Gehlen handle it."

"You're devious, Colonel."

"Thank you," Clete said.

Then he punched Jimmy affectionately on the shoulder and went into his room.

- Ten minutes later, as Cronley came out of the shower, there was a knock at the door.

That has to be Rachel. Is she out of her mind?

A moment later, she pushed past him into the room.

"What about your husband?"

"He, the general, and Iron Lung are having a nightcap. We have thirty minutes, maybe a little more."

"And if we don't and he goes to your room and you're not there?"

"I'll tell him I took a walk."

By then she was sitting on the bed, removing her shoes.

Their mating didn't take long, which Cronley decided was probably because of what she had done to him going to Pullach and back.

As she dressed, she asked, "What was that serious problem you dealt with to everybody's satisfaction, and Colonel Frade didn't want to talk about?"

"If he doesn't want to talk about it, that means I can't."

She didn't press the question, and three minutes later she was gone.

But something about her asking it bothered him.

He couldn't define what bothered him, and decided it was just feminine curiosity.

He took another shower and fell into bed.

IX.

[ ONE ].

Schleissheim U.S. Army Airfield Munich, American Zone of Occupation, Germany 0645 3 November 1945 Cletus Frade followed Jim Cronley into the Weather/Flight Planning room at Base Operations and watched as a sergeant gave Cronley a weather briefing.

Then he followed Cronley to a row of what looked like lecterns, or headwaiter's tables, where pilots, standing up, prepared their flight plans.

"What do you think of the weather, Jimmy?"

"It's a little dicey. And since I will be transporting a senior officer, I thought I'd file IFR."

"Could you make it to Kloster Grnau VFR?"

"In this kind of weather, the only way to get into Kloster Grnau International is by following CC Flight Rules. But, yeah, I could. I will, after I drop you off in Frankfurt, if that's what you're asking. Not a problem."

"CC for Chasing Cows?" Clete asked, smiling.

Jimmy smiled back and nodded.

"What would happen if you took off from here on a Local VFR, closed it out in the air, and then went CC to Kloster Grnau?"

"You want to go to Kloster Grnau? What about Frankfurt?"

"Answer the question."

"Why are we going to sneak into Kloster Grnau?"

"Because General Gehlen called last night and said he would really like a word with me before I go to Argentina. And I don't want Mattingly to know I had a final word with General Gehlen before I went to Argentina. Which means that after I have a final word with General Gehlen, before you fly me to Frankfurt so that I can go to Argentina you should avoid telling Colonel Mattingly-"

"That you had a final word with General Gehlen before you went to Argentina?"

"My, you are clever for a young Army officer."

They were smiling at each other.

"Don't let this go to your head, Colonel, sir, but after you go to Argentina, I will miss you."

"Yeah. Me, too, Jimmy."

Jimmy folded the aerial chart on which he had been about to prepare his flight plan and stuffed it in his jacket.

Then the two of them walked out of the Weather/Flight Planning room and the Base Operations building and started looking for the Storch.

[ TWO ].

Kloster Grnau Schollbrunn, Bavaria American Zone of Occupation, Germany 0740 3 November 1945 As the Storch made the final approach to Kloster Grnau, Clete saw an ambulance parked just off the end of the runway and of course felt compelled to comment: "Oh, an ambulance is on station. I guess they've seen you try to land here before."

Jimmy didn't reply.

When he touched down, the ambulance followed the Storch down the runway to the tarpaulins beside what had been the chapel. Frade could now see that First Sergeant Dunwiddie was behind the wheel of the ambulance and General Reinhard Gehlen in the pa.s.senger seat beside him.

Frade and Cronley got out of the Storch, and General Gehlen got out of the ambulance.

"Thank you for coming," he said. "I thought it was important."

"Not a problem," Frade said.

Gehlen indicated that Frade should get in the seat he had just left.

"No, sir," Cronley said. "The colonel will ride in the back, where he can apologize to me for making yet another hasty judgment."

Frade looked at him expectantly.

"If the colonel looks closely he will notice that while this vehicle began life as a Truck, a three-quarter-ton four-by-four Ambulance, it is no longer used in that capacity. The colonel will notice there are no red crosses on the sides or the roof. Additionally, if the colonel looks at the door, he will see the legend INDIGENOUS PERSONNEL TRANSPORT VEHICLE #5, and if he looks at the b.u.mpers he will see that the markings indicate it is in the service of the 711TH QM MKRC. That stands for 'Quartermaster Mess Kit Repair Company.'"

"Okay, okay," Frade said. "Can I get in it now? It's as cold as a witch's teat out here."

"Not until I'm finished," Cronley said.

Frade was about to snap, "Finish later," but he saw the amused smile on Gehlen's face and held his tongue.

"The other four indigenous personnel transport vehicles of the 711th QM MKRC are, in fact, used to transport indigenous personnel. But those indigenous personnel are not mess kit repairers, but, in fact, a.s.sociates of General Gehlen. The 711th Quartermaster is a figment of Dunwiddie's imagination. That keeps curious people from asking the wrong questions."

"Got it," Frade said. "How much longer is this lecture going to go on?"

"Not much longer, bear with me. Now, Indigenous Transport Vehicle #5, this one, is a deception within a deception, thanks again to the genius of First Sergeant Dunwiddie. This vehicle, as you will soon see, has two armchairs mounted inside where they used to put stretchers. When the senior staff of Kloster Grnau has something to talk about we don't wish to share with anyone else, we get in what is now our Truck, a three-quarter-ton four-by-four Mobile Secure Room and drive out on the runway."

"Clever," Frade said.

"Which is what I suspect the general had in mind today. Do you have any questions, Colonel, sir, or is everything clear in your mind?"

"How do I open the back door?"

"I will accept that as an apology for your cruel remarks about my reputation as a pilot."

"Shut up, Jimmy," Frade said, smiling, "and get in the G.o.dd.a.m.ned truck. Or whatever the h.e.l.l it is."

- Frade settled himself in one of the armchairs, looked around, saw a table with a coffee thermos and mugs on it, and said, "Nice. And clever."

Gehlen turned from the front seat. "Yes, it is. And Dunwiddie does get the credit. Shortly after Sergeant Tedworth arrested Major Orlovsky and we had to deal with the unpleasant fact that the NKGB is among us, I mentioned idly that I was a bit concerned that our conversations in Jim's office might be overheard. He told me he'd been working on a solution, then took me for a ride in this."

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" Frade said. "Are the people the NKGB turned-I suppose I mean Orlovsky turned-becoming a greater problem?"

"They are, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about, what I thought you should hear."

"Okay. Shoot. Anything you have to say I'll listen to."

"How about anything First Sergeant Dunwiddie has to say?"

The question took Frade by surprise.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Your hesitation-indeed, your not answering that question at all-proves that Sergeant Dunwiddie was right again."

"I don't know what you're talking about, General."

"As I told you I was going to, I took Dunwiddie with me when I talked to Major Orlovsky. After our first chat-we've had three with him, the last at midnight, just before I called you-Dunwiddie said that he thought he had detected in Orlovsky something I hadn't."

"Which was?" Frade asked.

Gehlen didn't reply directly. Instead, he said, "I thought he was wrong, or perhaps reaching, as you Americans say, for a straw. But in the second meeting, I approached the subject at its fringes, and began to see what Dunwiddie suspected."

"Which was?"

Again Gehlen ignored the question.

"What Dunwiddie suspected was not only possible but likely. Improbable, I had thought at first. Now I thought it was likely. So after the second chat with our friend Konstantin, I asked Chauncey . . ."

"Chauncey?" Frade interrupted.

". . . how he would suggest I attempt to exploit the window he had opened. He suggested that I permit him to try exploiting what he saw. After some thought, and frankly without a great deal of enthusiasm, I told him to go ahead. So we had our third chat with Friend Konstantin. Two minutes into Chauncey's interrogation, it was clear that he was right in his a.s.sessment of the c.h.i.n.k in Orlovsky's armor-and well on the way to cracking the c.h.i.n.k wide open."

"What c.h.i.n.k?" Frade said.

And was again ignored.

"At that point, we stopped. Or I told Chauncey to stop. When we were alone, I told him that what we had to do now was get you to come back. Obviously, we couldn't discuss this on the telephone. Whoever my traitors are, they are capable of tapping our telephone lines and probably are doing so.

"Chauncey said that the call would have to come from me. That you would not be inclined to either believe him or trust his skill. Or his judgment. So I called. Before he tells you what he has done, and what he believes we should do, I want to say that I called you because I think he's absolutely right."

Frade looked at Dunwiddie in the driver's seat.

"Okay, Dunwiddie, let's hear it."

"Major Orlovsky is a Christian, Colonel," he began.