The Scorpio Illusion Part 25

"Help me in what way?"

"Using my a.s.sets to get you from one place to another, one person to another, with as little or as much attention as you wish. And to obey your orders as long as they are not in conflict with mine-ours."

"Ours?"

"I am the leader of the Scorpios."

"Scorpiones!" The Baj kept her voice barely above a whisper, muted and mingling with the hum of the guests, her control absolute. "The head of the High Councils spoke of you. He said I would be watched, tested, and if I were accepted, someone would reach me and I would become one of you."

"I shouldnt go that far, Contessa, but you may well be given extraordinary a.s.sistance-"

"I simply never a.s.sociated the Scorpios with the padrone," Bajaratt said.

"Genuine credit is elusive, isnt it?... The padrone created us, with my invaluable a.s.sistance, of course. As to your being tested, what you accomplished in Palm Beach eliminates any further examination. It was simply outrageous-and outrageously marvelous!"

"Who are the Scorpios, can you tell me?"

"In a general way, yes, nothing specific. We are twenty-five in number, thats our limit." Again Van Nostrand laughed heartily at another nonexistent remark. "Were in various professions and occupations, selected very carefully for maximum advantage-I made those decisions with an eye toward profiting our many clients. The padrone always felt that if a day pa.s.sed without realizing at least a million dollars, it was a day wasted."

"I never knew that side of-of ... my only father. Can all the Scorpions be trusted?"

"Theyre terrified into being so, and thats all Ill tell you. They obey orders, or death is a preferable option."

"Do you know why Im here, Signor Van Nostrand?"

"I didnt need our mutual friend to explain it to me. I have very close ties with rarefied government officials."

"And?" said the Baj, staring at Van Nostrand.

"Its madness!" he whispered. "But I can see where the padrone would find it exhilarating."

"And you?"

"In death as in life, I am beholden only to him. I was and am nothing without the padrone. I did mention that, didnt I?"

"Yes, you did. He was everything they say in Havana, no?"

"He was the fierce, golden-haired Mars of the Caribbean, so young, so magnificent. Had Fidel enlisted his genius rather than banis.h.i.+ng it, Cuba today would be an island paradise, wealthy beyond imagination."

"And the padrones island, how was it found?"

"A man named Hawthorne, a former officer in naval intelligence."

The color drained from Bajaratts face. "He will die," she said quietly.

The interlude in Brooklyn was endurable for the Baj only because the strategy was sound. Angelo Capelli and his wife, Rosa, a strikingly handsome couple, for none but such a union could produce the young actress Angel Capell, were delighted by the modest barone-cadetto, who in turn was overwhelmed by the Salumeria Capelli, a delicatessen in the old tradition, where more and more was better and better, and small round tables were placed about for those caring to eat the Casa Capelli on the premises. Photographs of the familys daughter were everywhere, the majority scenes from the television series, and Angels younger brother, a sixteen-year-old, shorter but nearly as handsome as Nicolo, rapidly became friends with the barone-cadetto. Provolone was cut, prosciutto and salami sliced, and a cold pasta with Rosas own tomato sauce presented, along with several bottles of Chianti Cla.s.sico. The tables were cl.u.s.tered and a full-fledged antipasto misto was had by all.

"See, cara Zia, I told you!" cried Dante Paolo in Italian. "Isnt this better than eating with all those stuffed s.h.i.+rts?"

"Our host was mortified, my nephew."

"Why? Whose a.s.s was I supposed to kiss next? There werent any left!"

The roar of laughter was punctuated by Bajaratts humorous admonition. "Really, Dante-but I suspect youre right."

"You kiss n.o.bodys a.s.s!" roared Angelo Capelli.

"Please, Papa, your language-"

"You please, daughter. He is the cadet-baron of Ravello! Anyway, he said it first."

"Hes right, Angelina-Angel-I did."

"Such a nice young man," said Rosa. "So natural and down-to-earth."

"Why shouldnt I be, Signora Capelli?" asked an exuberant Nicolo. "I did not demand to be born with a t.i.tle. I just arrived-oh, Mother mine, did I just arrive!"

Again there was an explosion of laughter, the democratization of n.o.bility complete. And then there was a knocking at the delicatessens locked door. The Baj spoke in English. "Forgive me, famiglia Capelli, but my nephew wished so much to have memories of this evening that he asked me to have a photographer come around to take some pictures. If it offends you, Ill send him away."

"Offend us?" cried the father. "It is an honor beyond our expectations. My son, let the man in, quickly!"

Having secured a limousine for the next morning at the concierges desk, Bajaratt walked across the hotel lobby to the bank of pay phones. Taking a sc.r.a.p of paper from her purse, she dialed the Plaza, asking for Suite 9B.

"Yes?" answered the male voice.

"Van Nostrand, it is I."

"Youre not calling from your room, are you?"

"I shouldnt dignify that question, but of course not. Im in the lobby."

"Give me the number, Ill go downstairs."

The Baj did so, and seven minutes later the public telephone rang. "Was that necessary?" she asked, lifting the receiver before the first ring was completed.

"I shouldnt dignify the question," replied Van Nostrand, chuckling, "but yes, it was. Im a known confidant of the State Department, and there are numerous people vitally interested in my communications. Hotel switchboards can be bribed; the cost is minimal and those paying are frequently quite impressive."

"Espionage?"

"Rarely beyond our sh.o.r.es these days, rather in Was.h.i.+ngton itself. Its called turf sniping. But enough of my perhaps overly cautious procedures. Was my envelope intact?"

"It was, I studied it under a gla.s.s in the harshest light."

"Good. I dont have to tell you that where possible, the calls should be made from public phones. Its not altogether necessary, but preferable when there is more than one call. We dont like patterns."

"No, you dont have to tell me that," Bajaratt broke in. "However, since you have close ties, as you put it, with government officials, where is this former naval intelligence officer named Hawthorne now?"

"I would prefer that you leave him to me. As I understand your objective, hunting him would only impede your progress-and that of your a.s.sociates."

"Hes too clever for you, old man."

"You sound as if you know him-"

"I know his reputation. He was the best in Amsterdam ... he and his wife."

"How interesting. I happen to know that information is off the books."

"I, too, have my sources, Signor Van Nostrand."

"Even the padrone did not know, and I had no chance to tell him. Extremely interesting.... As to my being old, my dear Baj, may I remind you that I have at my disposal over here a thousand times your resources in the dark arts."

"You dont understand-"

"Oh, yes, I do!" interrupted the State Department liaison in sudden fury. "You may call him your only true father, but he was my life!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," said Van Nostrand coldly. "For thirty years we shared everything-everything. Havana, Rio, Buenos Aires-two lives as one, he the master, of course. Until he was diagnosed ten years ago, and he sent me away to serve him in other endeavors."

"I had no idea-"

"Then let me ask you a question, young lady. In the two years you spent on that island, did you ever see another woman except for Hectra, the black Amazon?"

"Oh, my G.o.d."

"Does it shock you?"

"Not s.e.xually, thats immaterial. I just never even considered it."

"None ever did. 'Mars and Neptune he called the two of us, one ruling for all the Caribbean to see, the other underneath, guiding him, instructing him in the courtesies and subtleties an education brings.... Now, you understand me, Baj! This Hawthorne is mine to kill, no one elses!"

The limousine crisscrossed Manhattan, east and west, north and south, from the United Nations to the television studios by the Hudson River, from Battery Park to the Museum of Natural History, each new sight enthralling the excited "Dante Paolo" to the delight of Angel Capell, whose celebrated presence instantly opened doors and gave rise to special tours. And somehow, some way, there were photographers everywhere. It was no surprise to Angel, who was used to the attention, and who kept telling Nicolo, "Anche i paparazzi devono vivere"-they, too, had to make a living. However, what neither the young television star nor her escort noticed was that not one photograph was taken of Amaya Bajaratt. It was a preordained condition, negotiated by the "contessa" in return for access to the limousines schedule.

Lunch at the Four Seasons on 52nd Street was capped by the two ingratiating owners presenting the young couple with the establishments Chocolate Velvet Cake, the white lettering on the top welcoming the handsome barone-cadetto and his beautiful companion, who was an American treasure.

As the youngsters lingered over second helpings of cake and coffee, the countess interrupted. "Perhaps we should return to our limousine," said Bajaratt. "We have four other places I promised Dante wed see."

"Then Ill ask the waiter to put the cake in a container for the driver."

"You are very considerate, Angelina."

On the way out, the Baj slowed her pace on the staircase, for below by the hatcheck counter were three photographers. They did their jobs as the privileged young couple smiled graciously at each other.

Perfect.

The New York Times

(Business Section)

BROOKLYN, Aug. 28-Dante Paolo, the barone-cadetto of Ravello, who is representing his father, the immensely wealthy baron, has struck up a friends.h.i.+p with one of Americas favorite young television stars, Angel Capell, of the TV series Saddles Ride for Revenge. The accompanying photograph shows Miss Capell, born Angelina Capelli and who speaks fluent Italian, with the baron-to-be and her family in Brooklyn. It is reported that numerous corporations in the tri-state area have put out interoffice memoranda seeking executives who speak Italian.

The New York Daily News

Italian Royal and Americas Sweetheart an Item?

Other photos inside. Is it a whirlwind courts.h.i.+p?

The National Enquirer Is the Angel of America Pregnant?

Who knows? But theyre more than "friends"!

"This is disgusting!" shouted Nicolo. The newspapers in his hand, he paced the hotel room. "Im so embarra.s.sed! What can I say to her?"

"Nothing at the moment, Nico, shes on a plane to California. She gave you her telephone number, so call her later."

"Sh.e.l.l think Im a monster!"

"I dont believe so. I suspect shes had more experience in these matters than to take such articles seriously."

"But where did all those photographers come from? How did they know where to be?"

"She told you herself, my handsome young man. The paparazzi also must make a living; she understands that. What perhaps she did not modestly make clear was just how famous she is.... I should have known better, of course."

The Baj walked out of the elevator into the hotel lobby and crossed to the bank of public telephones. The numbers memorized, she dialed them and reached Van Nostrand.

"Well, the young man and his girlfriend are certainly all over the papers," he said. "Good heavens, what publicity-nearly on a par with Grace and Rainier! Of course, the American public laps it up, its their fantasies, naturally."

"Then I have accomplished my purpose. The coverage in Was.h.i.+ngton was adequate?"

"Adequate? From the Post to the Times to every rag in the supermarkets, the two of them are prime copy! And I should tell you, since it was mentioned in several society columns that I was there in New York, Ive had numerous calls from the elite of the Beltway asking if I knew the young baron-more to the point, if I knew his father."

"What did you say?"