Part 49 (1/2)

5.

1715 HOURS 21 FEBRUARY 1943.

Ferniany drove up to the hunting lodge at the wheel of a small, canvas-bodied Tatra truck about the size of an American pickup. Canidy, summoned from the kitchen by Alois, went out to meet him. Ferniany had three men from the Hungarian underground with him, but that was about all.

There had been ”a little trouble,” he told Canidy. The Germans, or maybe even the Hungarians, he didn't know which, had had radio direction-finding trucks in operation, and they had located the radio transmitter from which he had radioed the drop-zone coordinates.

There had been enough warning that the trucks were moving around, together with cars full of police, for him to get away before the police got to the hidden transmitter, but he had had to leave everything behind.

The police by now had found the signal panels, the radio, and the weapons, including the Sten submachine gun Captain Hughson had loaned Canidy on Vis.

”Where did the truck come from?”

”We stole it,” Ferniany replied, just a little smugly.

”How do you plan to get rid of it?” Canidy asked.

Ferniany looked at him, making it clear he didn't think much of the question.

”Abandon it, when we're through with it.”

”How many trucks do you think are stolen in Budapest and then abandoned in Pecs?” Canidy asked. ”Did it occur to you that the police might find that curious? Or that the SS, now that they're aware there are people in here with transmitters and signal panels and English weapons, might be absolutely fascinated to learn that a truck had been stolen in Budapest and abandoned here?”

”We'll hide it in the forest,” Ferniany said lamely. ”Bury it, even.”

”The damage is done,” Canidy said. ”As soon as the team has gotten our people out of St. Gertrud's, you do whatever you can about the truck. Either, preferably, get it back to Budapest and abandon it there or take it someplace else. But get it away from here.”

Ferniany did not seem to understand that stealing the truck had been a stupid thing to do. If they had been caught in the act of stealing it, or once they had it in their possession, even the dumbest Hungarian cop would have made the connection between someone barely escaping from the radio-detection operation and someone heading out of town in a stolen truck.

And if he sensed that Canidy was furious, he showed no sign of it.

”You said, 'as soon as the team' gets our people out . . . ,” Ferniany challenged.

”Yes, I did.”

”Major,” Ferniany explained patiently, almost tolerantly, ”without the signal panels and the radio, there's no way we can expect the team to get in here,” Ferniany said. ”We're going to have to do this ourselves.”

”You've got some kind of a plan?” Canidy asked. It was all he trusted himself to say.

”Prisons are designed keep people in, in,” Ferniany said, solemnly announcing a great philosophical truth.

”And?”

”From seven o'clock at night until five o'clock in the morning, there are on duty only six people: five guards and a sort of clerk. And And there is only one guard on the motor pool where they keep the trucks and motorcycles.” there is only one guard on the motor pool where they keep the trucks and motorcycles.”

”You mean the mine trucks, the ones they carry the prisoners back and forth to the mine in?”

”Right,” Ferniany said.

”So what you're going to do is knock over the guard at the motor pool, steal a mine truck, and drive it to the prison. You'll be a little early, but they'll recognize the truck and pa.s.s you inside, whereupon you and your three men will take on the five guards and the clerk, grab Fulmar and Professor Dyer, and make your escape?”

”I detect a little sarcasm,” Ferniany said.

”Not a little,” Canidy said.

He let that sink in, and waited for an angry response. He was surprised when none came.

”Right up there in importance with getting Fulmar and Dyer out,” Canidy said, ”is getting them out without calling anybody's attention to the fact that they are anything but what they were-thanks to your stupidity, we should keep that in mind-arrested for: black marketeers. Don't you think the Germans would be G.o.dd.a.m.ned curious to learn why two people-who just happen to fit the descriptions of two men the whole G.o.dd.a.m.ned SS is looking for-were busted out of an obscure Hungarian prison with more shooting and dead bodies strewn all over than in a Jimmy Cagney gangster movie?”

Ferniany's face colored with anger.

”I'm right on the edge of telling you to go f.u.c.k yourself, Canidy,” Ferniany said.

”You really wouldn't want to do that, would you?” Canidy asked primly.

”Why wouldn't I?” Ferniany said. ”According to you, I don't do anything right.” He paused, but then was carried along by his momentum: ”f.u.c.k you, Canidy. Stick this whole operation up your a.s.s. I'd like to hear how you plan to get them out, you wisea.s.s sonofab.i.t.c.h.”

”Now you've gone and done it,” Canidy said, even more primly.

”Done what?” Ferniany said, curiously, a smile forming on his face.

”Used naughty words in front of the enlisted men,” Canidy said, gesturing to Alois and the men from the underground, who had been fascinated by the angry exchange, not a word of which they understood. ”Whatever will they think?”

Ferniany looked at the four Hungarians. Then, although he tried not to, the innocent curiosity on their faces made him laugh.

That seemed to rea.s.sure the Hungarians. The looks of puzzlement were replaced by broad smiles.

”I would be fascinated, Major Canidy, Sir,” Ferniany said, ”to learn precisely how the Major plans to carry out this mission.”

XIV.

1.

NEAR SAN JUAN, ISLAND OF MINDANAO COMMONWEALTH OF THE PHILIPPINES 1815 HOURS 21 FEBRUARY 1943.

The commanding general of United States forces in the Philippines had climbed a tree. It wasn't a very tall tree, and he hadn't been able to climb very far up it, but it was on the highest point he could find on a bluff thirty feet above a narrow sandy beach, and he was sure that it was giving him the best possible view of the sea.

It was growing dark. In fifteen minutes, it would be completely dark. Moving through the jungle at any time was difficult, and when it was dark, d.a.m.ned near impossible.

He knew he had made a bad decision coming here at all. What he should have done was send Withers and one or two of his men down here to see what happened, not come himself.