Part 12 (1/2)

”So you'll help?” Nathan asked.

”Of course, man! Naturally!” Freds looked surprised Nathan would even ask.

”I'd like to,” I said. And that was the truth, too. The guy brought it out in you, somehow.

”Thanks,” said Nathan. He looked very relieved. ”But what about this climb you were going on, Freds?”

”No prob. I was a late add-on anyway, just for fun. They'll be fine. I was beginning to wonder about going with them this time anyway. They got themselves a Trivial Pursuit game for this climb, to keep them from going bonkers in their tents. We tried it out yesterday and you know I'm real good at Trivial Pursuit, except for the history, literature and entertainment categories, but this here game was the British British version. So we get a buzz on and start to playing and suddenly I'm part of a Monty Python routine, I mean they just don't play it the same! You know how when we play it and you don't know the answer everyone says 'Ha, too bad'-but here I take my turn and go for sports and leisure which is my natural forte, and they pull the card and ask me, 'Who was it bowled three hundred and sixty-five consecutive sticky wickets at the West Indian cricket match of 1956,' or whatever, and they like to version. So we get a buzz on and start to playing and suddenly I'm part of a Monty Python routine, I mean they just don't play it the same! You know how when we play it and you don't know the answer everyone says 'Ha, too bad'-but here I take my turn and go for sports and leisure which is my natural forte, and they pull the card and ask me, 'Who was it bowled three hundred and sixty-five consecutive sticky wickets at the West Indian cricket match of 1956,' or whatever, and they like to died died they were laughing so hard. They jumped up and danced around me and they were laughing so hard. They jumped up and danced around me and howled howled. 'Yew don't know, dew yew! Yew don't have the slightest f.o.o.kin' idear idear who bowled those sticky wickets, dew yew!' It was really hard to concentrate on my answer. So. Going with them this time might have been a mistake anyway. Better to stay here and help you.” who bowled those sticky wickets, dew yew!' It was really hard to concentrate on my answer. So. Going with them this time might have been a mistake anyway. Better to stay here and help you.”

Nathan and I could only agree.

Then Eva came by with our food, which we had ordered after Nathan's epic. The amazing thing about the Old Vienna Inn is that the food is even better than the decor. It would be good anywhere, and in Kathmandu, where almost everything tastes a little like cardboard, it's simply unbelievable. ”Look at this steak!” Freds said. ”Where the h.e.l.l do they get the meat?”

”Didn't you ever wonder how they keep the street cow population under control?” I asked.

Freds liked that. ”I can just imagine them sneaking one of them big honkers into the back here. Wham!”

Nathan began to prod dubiously at his schnitzel. And then, over a perfect meal, we discussed the problem facing us. As usual in situations like this, I had a plan.

V.

I have never known baksheesh to fail in Kathmandu, but that week at the Everest Sheraton International the employees were bottled up tight. They didn't even want to hear hear about anything out of the ordinary, much less be part of it, no matter the gain. Something was up, and I began to suspect that J. Reeves Fitzgerald had a very big bankroll indeed. So Plan A for getting into Adrakian's room was foiled, and I retired to the hotel bar, where Nathan was hidden in a corner booth, suitably disguised in sungla.s.ses and an Australian outback hat. He didn't like my news. about anything out of the ordinary, much less be part of it, no matter the gain. Something was up, and I began to suspect that J. Reeves Fitzgerald had a very big bankroll indeed. So Plan A for getting into Adrakian's room was foiled, and I retired to the hotel bar, where Nathan was hidden in a corner booth, suitably disguised in sungla.s.ses and an Australian outback hat. He didn't like my news.

The Everest Sheraton International is not exactly like Sheratons elsewhere, but it is about the quality of your average Holiday Inn, which makes it five-star in Kathmandu, and just about as incongruous as the Old Vienna. The bar looked like an airport bar, and there was a casino in the room next to us, which clearly, to judge by the gales of laughter coming from it, no one could take seriously. Nathan and I sat and nursed our drinks and waited for Freds, who was casing the outside of the hotel.

Suddenly Nathan clutched my forearm. ”Don't look!”

”Okay.”

”Oh my G.o.d, they must have hired a whole bunch of private security cops. Jeez, look at those guys. No, don't look!”

Un.o.btrusively I glanced at the group entering the bar. Identical boots, identical jackets, with little bulges under the arm; clean-cut looks, upright, almost military carriage... They looked a little bit like Nathan, to tell the truth, but without the beard. ”Hmm,” I said. Definitely not your ordinary tourists. Fitzgerald's bankroll must have been very very big. big.

Then Freds came winging into the bar and slid into our booth. ”Problems, man.”

”Shh!” Nathan said. ”See those guys over there?”

”I know,” said Freds. ”They're Secret Service agents.”

”They're what? what?” Nathan and I said in unison.

”Secret Service agents.”

”Now don't don't tell me this Fitzgerald is a close friend of Reagan's,” I began, but Freds was shaking his head and grinning. tell me this Fitzgerald is a close friend of Reagan's,” I began, but Freds was shaking his head and grinning.

”No. They're here with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter. Haven't you heard?”

Nathan shook his head, but I had a sudden sinking feeling as I remembered a rumor of a few weeks back. ”He wanted to see Everest...?”

”That's right. I met them all up in Namche a week ago, actually. But now they're back, and staying here.”

”Oh my G.o.d,” Nathan said. ”Secret Service men, here here.”

”They're nice guys, actually,” Freds said. ”We talked to them a lot in Namche. Real straight, of course-real straight-but nice. They could tell us what was happening in the World Series, because they had a satellite dish, and they told us what their jobs were like, and everything. Of course sometimes we asked them questions about the Carters and they just looked around like no one had said anything, which was weird, but mostly they were real normal.”

”And what what are they doing here?” I said, still not quite able to believe it. are they doing here?” I said, still not quite able to believe it.

”Well, Jimmy wanted to go see Everest. So they all helicoptered into Namche just as if there was no such thing as alt.i.tude sickness, and took off for Everest! I was talking just now with one of the agents I met up there, and he told me how it came out. Rosalynn got to fifteen thousand feet and turned back, but Jimmy kept on trudging. Here he's got all these young tough Secret Service guys to protect him, you know, but they started to get sick, and every day they were helicoptering out a number of them because of alt.i.tude sickness, pneumonia, whatever, until there were hardly any left! He hiked his whole crew right into the ground! What is he, in his sixties? And here all these young agents were dropping like flies while he motored right on up to Kala Pattar, and Everest Base Camp too. I love it!”

”That's great,” I said. ”I'm happy for him. But now they're back.”

”Yeah, they're doing the Kathmandu culture scene for a bit.”

”That's too bad.”

”Ah! No luck getting a key to the yeti's room, is that it?”

”Shhhhh,” Nathan hissed.

”Sorry, I forgot. Well, we'll just have to think of something else, eh? The Carters are going to be here another week.”

”The windows?” I asked.

Freds shook his head. ”I could climb up to them no problem, but the ones to their room overlook the garden and it wouldn't be all that private.”

”G.o.d, this is bad,” Nathan said, and downed his Scotch. ”Phil could decide to reveal the-what he's got, at a press conference while the Carters are here. Perfect way to get enhanced publicity fast-that would be just like him.”

We sat and thought about it for a couple of drinks.

”You know, Nathan,” I said slowly, ”there's an angle we haven't discussed yet, that you'd have to take the lead in.”

”What's that?”

”Sarah.”

”What? Oh, no. No. I couldn't. I can't talk to her, really. It just-well, I just don't want to.”

”But why?”

”She wouldn't care what I said.” He looked down at his gla.s.s and swirled the contents nervously. His voice turned bitter: ”She'd probably just tell Phil we were here, and then we'd really really be in trouble.” be in trouble.”

”Oh, I don't know. I don't think she's the kind of person to do that, do you, Freds?”

”I don't know,” Freds said, surprised. ”I never met her.”

”She couldn't be, surely.” And I kept after him for the rest of our stay, figuring it was our best chance at that point. But Nathan was stubborn about it, and still hadn't budged when he insisted we leave.

So we paid the bill and took off. But we were crossing the foyer, and near the broad set of front doors, when Nathan suddenly stopped in his tracks. A tall, good-looking woman with large owl-eye gla.s.ses had just walked in. Nathan was stuck in place. I guessed who the woman must be, and nudged him. ”Remember what's at stake.”

A good point to make. He took a deep breath. And as the woman was about to pa.s.s us, he whipped off his hat and shades. ”Sarah!”