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NICK CARTER: KTLLMASTER
one or two still-classified OSS operations in occupied
France. After the Germans pulled out, Marcel had
come to America and opened the first of his restau-U
rants, with Hawk's help in cutting through the red
tape. Arranging inconspicuous meetings in any of them
was no problem for AXE, and Marcel could be trusted
to keep his eyes and mouth shut about who came in
there.
Le Muguet was just a few blocks' walk across town.
"The usual place" I had asked about was another
AXE trysting place on the Upper West Side.
Marcel's stocky wife was singing to herself and dry-
ing glasses behind the zinc-topped counter of the bar.
She greeted me warmly and yelled to Marcel in the
kitchen. The restaurant was tiny, with bårely room
enough for eight tables in front. Six of them were occu-
pied by well-dressed businessmen on a long lunch
break. Marcel came out, and we shook hands; then he
gestured with a nod and a shrug toward the swinging
door marked PRIVATE.
The special room was off the corridor leading to the
kitchen. I knocked, and a familiar voice from inside
said, "Come on in, Carter."
There was an open bottle of red wine on the table
with a heaping basket of crusty French bread. A tall,
balding man sitting next to Hawk got up to shake my
hand.
"Nick, meet Frederick Dey from the BNDD. You've
probably heard of each other."
Dey was probably a lot younger than he looked. He
had the classy, diffident air and clipped accent of a
wealthy Philadelphia lawyer, which is what he had
been when he started out. Hie past five years' service
as chief enforcer for the federal narcotics-control team
might have been responsible for a lot of the sagging
wrinkles on his patrician face.
I had heard quite a bit about Dey and his work.
Two vears ago, government prosecutors had nailed
four Corsicans running a heroin-smuggling racket rak-
ing in a hundred and fifty million dollars a year. They
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y milliondoüars a year. ey
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were bringing junk into the country under the cover of
a charter-tour outfit that ferried Americans to the
Mediterranean on two-week holidays. They used a
complex, ingenious system of couriers and pickup men
all along the line, and Dey hadn't bad many breaks in
solving it. A hell of a lot of hard work, fancy thinking,
and long stakeouts had gone into fitting together a jig-
saw pattern of small busts and tipoffs that finally gave
a picture of the men at the top.
"I'll let Dey tell you exactly what this is about,"
Hawk said. "He's done most of our homework for us.
Then I'll fill you in on our part of the deal."
Dey took a cigarette from a silver case engraved
with the presidential seal and offered me one. I said no
thanks and lit up one of my gold-embossed specials.
"You know, of course, that we run a substantial in-
telligence operation of our own," he began. "In the last
six months we've more than doubled our force and
been able to post two hundred men abroad. It's made a
big difference. We're able to keep a fairly close eye on
the biggest foreign dope runners and get an idea of
where the traffic is coming from. We've managed to get
the goods on several of these bigshots, but we're pow-
erless to act on what we know.
"Powerless—outside of United States territory.
That's the law." Naturally, he didn't sound too happy
about it.
"Usually we end up asking the State Department to
twist a few arms to get these characters extradited to
the States," he went on. "Most governments give us a
hard time. Apart from the bribery and kickbacks the
smugglers pay, the governments just don't see any rea-
son why they should hand over respectable, prosperous
citizens of theirs who haven't broken any of their
laws."
He reached down for a black attaché case on the
floor, laid it on the table, and snapped open the lid. He
took out a flat manila folder and handed it to me.
"Here's the biggest of these fish that we want to net."
The heading across the top spelled out STEYER in
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The heading across the top spelled out STEYER in
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big block letters. On the first page it was repeated, fol
lowed, in neat typing, by "Steyer, José Luis (Johan
Ludwig), b. Bremen, 1915(?)." A paragraph of
known aliases followed. I read quickly through the out;
line.
Johann Steyer grew up in the dockside slums of B
men just after the First World War. Served four years
as a merchant seaman on freighters bound for South
and Central American ports. Somehow, in 1938, he
came to the attention of Ernst Wilhelm Bohle, architect
of the Nazis' ambitious Auslandsdeutschtum scheme
for the subversion of neutral countries that had large
German-immigrant populations. At the time Argentina
had more than two hundred thousand of them and bes
came a prime target for the German Foreign Office's
efforts.
The German embassy handled most of the propa
ganda, and there was nothing very subtle about it.
What must the Argentine government have been think
ing while thousands of supposedly Argentine school
children goose-stepped around chanting "Ein V 01k, ein
Reich, ein Führer!" A good score of "foreign-policy;
discussion clubs," "external cultural societies," and
"Reich gymnastic clubs" bred and trained cadres of
homegrown storm troopers just waiting for Berlin's sig
nal to pounce.
The espionage part was directed by Walter Von
Simmons through the "Transocean News Agency," a
direct offshoot of the Deutsche Nachtrichtes Büro.
With offices in every major South American capital,
they served as the coordinating center and clearings
house for continent-wide military intelligence. As a
sideline they collected blackmail information on public
figures and provided a steady flow of pro-Axis propae
ganda to their client newspapers.
The third arm of Germany Overseas channeled
money, propaganda, and expert personnel into the cons
tinent via Condor-Lati Airlines. Willi Kohn supervised
from Berlin. Condor-Lati was a joint Italian-German
venture that scheduled three flights a week from Rome
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n or- at irlines.Willi Kohn supervis
nen a
from Berlin. Condor-Lati was a joint Italian-German
venture that scheduled three flights a week from Rome
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to Berlin, Rios and Buenos Aires. Besides what it was
bringing in, Kohn used it as an equally effective con-
duit for bringing strategic war materials out.
Steyer was assigned as Condor-Lati's resident export
manager in the Argentine capital. He proved himself a
master organizer, smoothing the way with bribes and
coordinating the in-and-outgoing shipments with great
efficiency and profit. It was possible that he was the
brain behind Hitler's coup early in the war in buying
up 40,000 barrels of American gasoline meant for Bra-
zil.
In 1943, however, things were beginning to change.
It no longer seemed such a sure bet to the neutrals that
the Axis had the war in Europe sewn up. A year
earlier, a crusading Argentine national deputy named
Damonte Taborde had sponsored a wide-ranging in-
vestigation of German fronts and their activity in his
country. They turned up a lot of evidence, including a
detailed map of South America with new borders and
"resettlement" areas drawn in, to give an idea of what
their German friends had in mind. Diplomatic fiddling
kept the operation alive for a while; then the belated
crackdown started.
Steyer could see what was coming and withdrew all
the funds in various accounts he controlled in five Ger-
man export banks. A few days later the banks were
impounded by the government, and without Uncle
Adolf's money there to foot the bills, the expensive
subversion plan fell apart. Steyer made himself and the
money scarce, finally surfacing after the war some-
where in the outland provinces.
I glanced hurriedly through the rest of it. When
Per6n came to power in 1946, Steyer used the Nazi
money to buy a great deal of influence and went into
the transport business again with a couple of surplus
DC-3s. This time the merchandise was girls, bought
from an abduction ring in Belgium. Steyer specialized
in grade-A material.
"What does this mean, 'Grade-A material'?" I
asked.
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from an abduction ring in Belgium. Steyer specialized
in grade-A material.
"What does this mean, 'Grade-A material'? " I
asked.
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"Twelve- to fifteen-year-old girls. War orph
mostly. There were a lot of them never accounted for."
Nice guy, I thought to myself, and bit my lip. Thc
dossier went on and on. Steyer built up a thriv'
business, apparently, and moved into contraband boo
and cigarettes. He smuggled a few small-fry Nazis intk
the country with the same ease with which he ran Ar•
gentine Jews through the British blockade of Palestine.
After Per6n was kicked out of offce, Steyer moveé
his gang north to Bogotå and became a Colombian cit*
izen, investing his loot in business property around thC
capital. He built a nice, solid front for himself while
flyboys were running American cigarettes and transis
tor radios in on Lockheed Constellations.
Then came a switch. The profits to be made if
emerald smuggling gradually overwhelmed his othej
operations. Colombia is the world's leading producer oi
green sparklers, and the government owns almost
the mines. Having hit the jackpot with exporting one o
his adopted country's natural resources, Steyer didn
take long to corner the other one. Cocaine was gettin
to be a fashionable high in certain circles, and had long
been in demand.
Steyer junked his fleet of Constellations and repla
them with light twin-engined Cessnas and Bonanzas. I
was an easy bop for them across Panama to tiny pri-
vate landing fields in Florida, Puerto Rico, and Texas.
Unoffcial estimates put Steyer's personal fortune
cached away in Swiss banks, at anywhere between
twenty and fifty million dollars.
I flipped over the last page and closed the
folder. "Quite a slippery little fish you guys are after,"
I commented.
"Isn't he a sweetheart," Dey agreed. "Everythin
you've just read and, I hope, memorized is pretty well
up-to-date. Cocaine and emeralds are still his main
trade, but he'll move anything anywhere in the South'