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None of which could be properly assessed in Riga. So one night, after di
The waterfront bars in Talli
Waterfront bars are good places. Men drink, men get drunk, men fight, men occasionally kill one another, but a waterfront bar remains a generally good place to be.
I was in just about every damned one in Talli
I had $1,000 U.S. in a money belt around my waist. The farther one gets from America, the more desirable the U.S. dollar becomes. I felt it ought to be enough to carry the deal. A man with a fast ship of his own in a port like Talli
“Ander,” I said, “you are an intelligent man. You know this port and these waters. I have a question for you.”
He waited.
“Let us suppose, Ander, that there was a family of five, a man and two women and a child and a grandfather, and all of them without papers. Let us suppose that they wanted to go from Estonia to Finland, and to leave Estonia without anyone knowing of it, and then to enter Finland without anyone knowing it. Let us suppose-”
“They would have to go by boat,” he said.
“That would no doubt be the best way.”
“It would be dangerous. Very few men would have the courage to transport them. And very few families would have the resources to afford such a trip.”
Ah, good. We were getting closer to brass tacks.
“Do you think a man with the necessary amount of courage could be found? And with the skill and daring to make the trip in safety?”
“It is possible.”
“And what resources would the family require?”
“A great deal.”
He was a Dutchman or a Lascar or a German or a Spaniard, depending upon his audience and his mood. He was somewhere between thirty and fifty. He was not going to name a price, nor was he going to settle for a sum until he knew it was as much as he could possibly get.
So I said, “Ander, this family would give its entire resources. Everything. Its entire resources amount to exactly one thousand dollars, American. In American bills. Twenty fifty-dollar bills.”
“That is not enough.”
The inevitable response. “Then, there is no point in our discussing this family further,” I said, “because this family never tries to make bargains. This family has precisely the sum of money mentioned, no more and no less, and there is no point in our wasting our time.”
And I shook hands warmly with him and went back to the bar from whence I had come.
I outwaited him. It took some doing, because he was fairly certain that I needed him more than he needed me and he was dead right. But I had no more chips left, and the sooner he realized as much, the easier things would be all around. I waited an hour, nursing beers and talking with some Norwegians, and then Ander came in, passed me, brushed my arm with his, and nodded shortly at the door.
I met him outside. In an alleyway he said, “The price is acceptable. The trip is dangerous but may be made safely. We can speak plainly, you and I. How soon can you be ready to leave?”
“A few days.”
“The crossing must be made on a Sunday night. It is much simpler and safer then. Tonight is Thursday. Can you be ready Sunday night?”
“Yes.”
“And the money?”
“You will be paid when you land us on the Fi
“And if it turns out that you do not have the money?”
“Then you can shoot us and throw us overboard.”
“And if I take the money without delivering you to Finland?”
“Then we can shoot you,” I said, “and throw you overboard.”
“We understand each other, my friend.”
“I think we do.”
“For men of intelligence nothing is impossible.”
“Nothing.”
“I will explain where you must be and at what time. There must be no delays, you understand that. Of course you understand it, I don’t have to waste our time.” And he explained, in careful detail, just where his boat would be moored in the gulf to the east of the harbor proper. It would be essential that we be there a half hour before midnight Sunday night. No sooner and definitely no later.
We shook hands on the price, the time, the place, and the brotherhood of intelligent men. We had a final drink together. I left him then and spent a few hours trying to decide whether he would feel it was more to his advantage to ferry us across the gulf or sell us down the river. I decided that he would be all right. Not for moral reasons, certainly, but because we had to be more profitable to him on my terms than in any other way. And I was fairly sure he would realize as much; the one thing I trusted about him was his judgment.
I took my time getting back to Riga. I wanted a look at the embarkation point before dragging everyone north and I wanted sight of it in the daylight. It wasn’t a bad spot, a few miles down the gulf coast. There was a massive industrial complex a few hundred yards away, with a high wire fence around it, but of course it would be sound asleep by Sunday night and no bar to our plans.
I was back in Riga by late afternoon. I’d caught a few decent rides and had been careful not to do too much walking in between. My shoes, I noticed, were getting a little down at the heels, and that was bad; if they wore much more, the cans of microfilm would fall out.
I knew something was wrong the minute I walked in the door. I looked at Zenta and at Sofija and knew something was very wrong, but their faces wouldn’t tell me what it was. I looked at Mi
“Where’s Milan?” I asked.
“He went outside. He was nervous, he went next door for a cup of tea.”
This was odd. Milan, however nervous, had the good sense to stay put.
“Evan.” Zenta took a step toward me. “I fear I have been stupid. I have done something wrong.”
I glanced at Mi
“The other members of our gymnastic troupe,” Sofija said. “This one told them of our plans.”
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes. This one, who is a year younger and an eternity stupider, this one with the large mouth-”
“They are sisters to me,” Zenta said. “Years we have performed together, always without secrets, always as sisters-”
“There is a time for secrets,” I said.
“I know, Evan.”
“This was the time, too. How many are there in your troupe?”
“Twelve all told. Sofija and myself and ten others. Twelve good, decent Lettish girls.”
“Then, we might as well hang ourselves,” I said, “because if ten of them know, five of them will talk.”
“Oh, no, Evan.”