“I have not been looking for a moneymaking gimmick,” Frost said. But this denial was made with more difficulty than the others.
“It’s understandable that you’d want to find out about Alvares’ financial plans. Unlike you, he managed to put a little aside for his old age. He closed his bank accounts, and I think that must have been about the time you and the Senora started having sex.”
He waited for Frost’s sarcastic denial, but this time Frost was unable to speak. Shayne was playing him carefully, because people in Frost’s line of work tried not to make the ordinary human mistakes.
“And the Senora,” Shayne said, looking in her direction, “had exactly the same worries. After switching around for years, her husband had finally made a stable connection with an intelligent, blonde American who had the kind of figure that seldom goes with her kind of brains and talent. The Senora’s future was bleak. Alvares was sure to get kicked out of his job sooner or later, and when he could stop thinking about keeping up his political image, the son of a bitch might even divorce her. Frost might be creepy looking, and I’m sure he couldn’t be anything but mildly disgusting in bed-”
“You think you know so much-” she began.
“Augustina!” Frost snapped, glowering at her.
Shayne grinned. “Lenore thought she was hiding those purchases, but for a professional intelligence agent like Frost, with a worldwide network of sources, it must have been easy. And now Frost had one of his logical ideas. This was stolen money to begin with. Why not steal it back and retire to some suitable spot like the south of France? But time was passing, for both Frost and the Senora. They couldn’t move while Alvares was alive and in power. Now we’re coming to the murders.”
“They sabotaged the plane!” Lenore exclaimed.
“I think so, but not very well. Mejia may be able to confirm some of this. Is it true that Frost gave the new junta money and backing, and encouraged them to take over?”
Mejia said, “I am simply a policeman. But yet, it is known, he did some things.”
“That may seem like an elaborate way to commit murder, but that’s the way people like Frost work. Of course he had to sell Washington on it, and he must have been able to make out a pretty good case. The motive was simple-money. The Senora was thinking of money, too, but also of something else. At the end, her husband had the gall to bring his blonde girlfriend to Caracas and set her up more or less publicly in a rented apartment. It’s an old-fashioned situation, and she had the old-fashioned reaction-she wanted to kill them both. Frost is a professional conspirator and he was probably careful, but we’ll turn his own department loose on him, and I think they’ll be able to fill in some of these details.”
“Such as,” Frost suggested.
“Such as how much the Senora helped in the change of regime. You needed somebody on the inside, who knew his plans and when he was likely to be vulnerable. Probably you could have arranged to have him shot during the revolt, but she wanted his girl included in the same action and so she had somebody tamper with the getaway plane. You don’t need to know much about airplanes to cut an oil line.”
“You don’t know this,” Mejia pointed out to Shayne.
“Right, it’s still the scenario. When we talked this morning she asked me to tell her future. Her prospects have improved in the last couple of days. Because if Alvares had succeeded in getting off in that plane, he wouldn’t have sent her one penny from the sale of those valuable paintings. And she’s too young to stop living. If she could manage to lose a little weight she would still be an attractive woman. A fairly attractive woman. Some people don’t mind flab, when there’s money attached.”
The widow Alvares looked as though she wished she could strap Shayne into an airplane about to crash.
“Now let’s shift to the present tense,” Shayne said. “So far Frost hasn’t done anything really serious, spent some government money and handed out a few mild nudges, as he calls it. But Lenore and Alvares survived the crash, and Lenore has a scheme to get Alvares out of prison. Paula Obregon and the MIR people agree to go along with it for reasons of their own. And here the Senora gets her great idea. Why not substitute some lethal high explosive for those harmless smoke bombs and finish off what they started? Frost thinks of all the zeroes in ten or twenty million dollars. Alvares is not only still alive, he’s in prison, and Luis Mejia here is running the interrogation. Given time, Mejia might persuade him to talk about what he did with the money. He attaches electrodes to various places and wires people to a dry-cell battery, I understand, and this might have worked on Alvares. After going to all that trouble, Frost doesn’t want a crooked cop to walk off with the prizes.”
“I will not speak,” Mejia said.
“So Frost shuts himself up and makes the bombs,” Shayne went on. “Now let’s nail it down. Lenore, Paula. You’ve both been thinking. When did Frost make the switch?”
“During the afternoon,” Paula said. “Tim and I went out to reconnoiter the prison. I think probably then.”
“For Frost, a hotel lock would be easy,” Shayne said.
“It seems to me-” Boyle put in. “Am I permitted to interrupt?”
“Go ahead.”
“I probably don’t understand it-I know I don’t understand it-but in my experience, when there are two people with a piece of illegal money and one of them dies it’s usually the other one who did it.”
“You mean Lenore. But if she made the switch, she would have been out of the country by the time the bomb went off. Instead, she hung around all night, getting hotter and hotter. And not only that, she’s a nice girl. The idea would never cross her mind.”
“Thanks, I think,” Lenore said. “Mike, the man who was waiting on my boat-”
“I’m coming to that. Even if you slipped past the cops and got back to Palm Beach, you’d have no reason to move the paintings or put them on the market. Frost and his overweight lady-friend could steal them after the dust settled. But remember the Senora had that other motive.”
There was a sound at the door and Sam Katz looked in. “Do you want us yet?”
“Hold it out there, Sam,” Shayne told him. “I’m working up a surprise.”
The others looked back at him as he went on. “Lenore was planning to take her man out of the country on a fishing boat. The Senora knew that and hired somebody to wait there with a knife. But Lenore didn’t make it last night. This morning she went to tell the Senora how sorry she was and the Senora announced that she’d told the cops all about her. Mejia?”
“We have had no message of that kind.”
“This is all guessing and lying and vicious talk!” the Senora said. “I suppose she gave you her version, but the truth might be very different.”
“However it happened, Lenore fled to her boat and got herself knifed there,” Shayne said. “Take off your shirt, Lenore, and show the people your bandages.”
She put her fingers obediently to the button at her throat. “Do you mean it?”
“Never mind, I just happened to remember how good you look with your shirt off. The guy probably never stabbed anybody before and he bungled it. A little later, he took three shots at me with a rifle, and missed them all. Of course I was riding a runaway horse for some of that time. The one thing he did that worked-did you get a report of a homicide out near there, Mejia? A guy who was working for me, named Andres Rubino.”
“I know about that. His money was taken. Robbery, I think.”
“I’m the one who took the money. Most of it was mine, anyway.”