had in mind,” Canidy said. “Oh, excuse me, Colonel. These gentlemen are Lieutenant Martin and about-to-be-Lieutenant Fulmar. They jump out of airplanes.”
The announcement was not entirely necessary. As part of his briefing, Stevens had read both officers’ dossiers. But now, he thought, he could put faces with names.
“My name is Stevens,” he said. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”
Captain Douglass, Captain Whittaker, and Miss Cynthia Chenowith came into the library together a few minutes later, trailed almost immediately by Charity Hoche pushing a butler’s tray loaded with hors d’oeuvres.
They also serve, Canidy thought, who pass the canapés.
“I thought a small celebration was in order,” Douglass said, “to mark this momentous occasion.”
“What momentous occasion?” Canidy asked.
“The swearing in of Eric Fulmar as a commissioned officer,” Douglass said. “I thought that I would ask Colonel Stevens, as the senior Army officer present, to do the honors.”
“I’d be honored,” Colonel Stevens said.
And Fulmar put his hand on the Bible, took the oath, and stood silently as Stevens and Douglass pinned the gold bars of a second lieutenant to the epaulets of Fulmar’s tunic.
Then everyone solemnly shook Eric’s hand and congratulated him, during which time Canidy had a premonition that Fulmar was somehow once again getting the shaft—even if he couldn’t figure out how.
Charity Hoche, meanwhile, gave Fulmar an unusually intimate kiss, and Canidy supposed that if she was half as casual with her favors as Ann claimed she was, the kiss was only a sample of what Eric would get in the way of a present later tonight. That didn’t surprise him. What did was that when they went in to dinner, a place at the table had been set for her.
Douglass began the business part of the dinner by offering a flattering résumé of Lieutenant Colonel Stevens’s military and civilian experience. He followed that with an announcement: On their arrival in London Stevens would assume the duty of deputy chief of station.
“On whose arrival in London?” Canidy asked.
“Yours,” Douglass said. He inclined his head slightly toward Charity Hoche. Now she really surprised Canidy.
“The aircraft arrived at Anacostia at 1530,” she said. “The crew was sent over to ONI. They will be here in about an hour.”
“What aircraft?” Canidy asked. “I guess I’m not too bright, but I don’t understand what she’s talking about.”
“We have borrowed a C-46 from the Navy,” Charity Hoche went on, completely in charge of the situation. “They were about to put it in service as sort of a VIP transport, flying Navy brass hats between the West Coast and Hawaii, but we had a higher priority, of course. They’re more than a little miffed, Dick. It may be necessary for you to smooth their feathers a little.”
“Why have we borrowed a C-46?” Canidy asked.
“To take Admiral de Verbey and his staff to England,” Captain Douglass said, “in a manner fitting a very senior French naval officer. And for other purposes, which you and I will get into a little later.”
Canidy knew what the “other purposes” were. It was obvious that the Navy C-46 was the backup aircraft for the African flight. But he did not understand the business of moving Admiral de Verbey to England.
“Barring objections from you, Dick,” Charity went on, “you’re scheduled to depart Anacostia at 0845 hours tomorrow. The admiral and his staff will be waiting for you at Lakehurst from 0915. That should put you into Newark by 1030, with departure for England sometime tomorrow afternoon. That means you will have to leave here no later than 0800 tomorrow. It will take two cars to carry all of you and your luggage. I’ll drive the station wagon and Chief Ellis the Buick. I checked just a few minutes ago, and there will be no problem with the weather, either here or in New Jersey.”
“Got all that so far, Dick?” Captain Douglass asked. “Any questions so far?”
When Canidy looked at him, Douglass’s eyes were smiling. He was enjoying Charity Hoche’s briefing—and Canidy’s reaction to it.
“No questions so far,” Canidy said.
“London has been alerted to your arrival, and I’ll reconfirm, of course,” Charity went on, “once we have your departure time from Newark. You’ll be met at Croydon and taken to the Dorchester, where you’ll be put up for at least two days before going on to Whitby House.”
“Whitby House?” Canidy asked.
“The Dorchester?” Stevens asked simultaneously, obviously surprised.
Canidy made a gesture, deferring to Colonel Stevens.
“Colonel Donovan thought you would like that, Colonel,” Captain Douglass said.