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Milo March #9 - Kendell Foster Crossen
So Dead the Rose
by
Kendell Foster Crossen
Writing as M.E. Chaber
Steeger Books / 2020
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Publishing History
Hardcover
New York: Rinehart & Co., February 1959.
Toronto: Clarke, Irwin & Co., 1959.
London: T. V. Boardman (American Bloodhound Mystery #286), January 1960.
Paperback
New York: Pocket Books #1274, March 1960. Cover by Jerry Allison.
New York: Paperback Library (63-396), A Milo March Mystery, #11, August 1970. Cover by Robert McGinnis.
Dedication
For Lisa
She was a phantom of delight
When she gleamed upon my sight …
—William Wordsworth
One
Up to a point it was like any other morning in the week. I reached my office on Madison Avenue at about ten o’clock. The floor was covered with letters that the postman had shoved through the door. I scooped them up and went to my desk. I lit a cigarette and started opening the mail. It was usual, too—up to a point. The phone company wanted money. My subscription to Celebrity Service was about to expire. Someone wanted me to contribute to a charity fund. A restaurant wanted me to pay my bill—a big bill, which had been run up there mostly because the bartender made his dry martinis with Beefeater gin. Somebody else wanted me to subscribe to a magazine. And then there was a letter that started off in a very friendly fashion with Greetings.
I’d almost finished reading it before I realized it was informing me that I had just been recalled to active duty with the United States Army.
When I finished cursing, I read it again, hoping there was a mistake. But there wasn’t. It said very clearly that Major Milo March of the Army Reserve was recalled to active duty. That was certainly me. Normally it’s Milo March, insurance investigator. Which means that if you bump off your favorite uncle because he’s loaded with the green stuff, and the cops don’t get you right away, I’m sent out to look for you. But then I’d also made the mistake of getting caught in a little donnybrook known as World War II, serving in the OSS, and since then I’d been called back to active duty twice. Each time it had meant nothing but trouble for me, and this time would probably be no different.
I calmed down a little more and took another look at the letter. I was supposed to report in Washington. The time was twenty-one hundred. Or nine o’clock at night. The date was the same date as the morning I was reading the letter. The place was a room number in a Washington hotel.
That made me curse even more, for I knew what it meant. There was only one man in the entire army who would think of having me report for active duty at nine o’clock at night in a Washington hotel room. But there wasn’t much I could do about it and there wasn’t even too much time to brood about it.
I was busy the rest of the day. Fortunately, I didn’t have any cases that were active at the moment, but there were a couple of small local cases that would have to be worked on soon. I arranged for Eddie Coady, another investigator, to take them over. I checked in everything else with my attorney and gave my answering service instructions where to route which calls. I paid up the outstanding bills. Then I went down to the Village to my apartment and dug out an old uniform. It still fit and it was reasonably clean, so I took it around the corner and had it pressed.
By the time I was packed and tricked out like the Army’s idea of the well-dressed man, it was only about two hours before I had to catch the plane for Washington. I took my suitcase and walked over to the Blue Mill on Commerce Street. Alcino, behind the bar, gave me a mock salute and wanted to know if it was Boy Scout week. I gave him a rude answer, in Portuguese so that I wouldn’t shock the nice old ladies who were sitting next to me and sipping their manhattans. After that I ordered a martini. I repeated the order a couple of times and then went into the back and had a steak dinner. By the time I’d finished I had to leave for LaGuardia Airport.
It was just about eight o’clock when I landed in Washington. That still gave me a little time, so I went into a bar and had a triple order of Seagram’s VO. It made me feel more military.
I took a taxi to the hotel. Since I wasn’t sure about the next step, I checked my bag and then I went up to the room number I’d been given in the letter. I knocked on the door.
Come in,
a voice called.
I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was extremely dark. Before I could react to that, someone pushed the door shut behind me. That completed the darkness.
Something pressed against my side. It felt suspiciously like a gun. Kto idyot?
a voice asked. The language was Russian.
Moya familiya March,
I said, automatically answering in the same language. Ya by khotyel posmotryet vasha komandir.
Gde vy zhiveot—
he started to say.
That’s when I went into action. He’d talked enough so that I had a good mental picture of him. I swung quickly away from the pressure against my back, pivoting on one foot and launching one fist in the direction the voice had come from. My knuckles connected solidly with flesh, the impact jarring pleasantly along the muscles of my arm. There was a crash as the victim bounced off the wall and hit the floor.
All right,
I said tightly. Somebody had better turn on some lights. And if General Roberts is in the room, he’d better start hiding behind those stars.
There was a click and a light went on. I’d been right. There were four other men in the room. Two of them were civilians whom I’d seen before. One was George Hillyer, the head of Central Intelligence Agency, and the other was Philip Emerson, his assistant. The third man wore an army uniform with three stars on each shoulder. His name was Sam Roberts and it seemed to me that every time I saw him he’d just gotten a new promotion. The fourth man was sitting on the floor, rubbing his chin and trying to get the dazed expression off his face. He wore the uniform of a captain in the Army. I’d never seen him before.
Old slippery Sam,
I said to General Roberts. I figured I had a right to talk that way to him. In World War II, I’d worked behind the lines with him when he was only a chicken colonel. Every time I’d seen him since then it had meant trouble for me. I figured you were in this somewhere. Nobody else would think of making a man report for active duty at nine o’clock at night at a hotel room. And there isn’t another idiot in the service who would have the reporting man walk into a dark room.
The two civilians were concealing grins, but General Roberts ignored me. He was looking at the Captain on the floor. Well, Captain,
he said, how was his Russian?
Very good, sir,
the Captain said. He grinned ruefully. So are, I might add, his reflexes and his right.
Sorry I hit you, Captain,
I said, but it’s one of the risks of serving under a commanding officer who insists on indulging in childish games.
Silence,
roared the General. He was glaring at me, his face darkly red. Major March, you are the most insubordinate, disrespectful, disobedient officer I ever had the misfortune to command. For two cents I’d break you to a second lieutenant and send you to Alaska.
Yes?
I said. Who’s going to pull your chestnuts out of the fire if you do that?
The two civilians were now grinning openly. General Roberts was struggling manfully with his temper. What do you mean by that?
he demanded.
You know damn well what I mean,
I said. This is the third time you’ve called me back to active duty. The first two times it was to do something you didn’t think your regular boys could do. Why should I think this is any different—especially after that jazz you pulled on me as I came in?
One of the civilians decided to help the General get off the hook. It was Hillyer. After all, General,
he said pleasantly, I think we agreed when we used Major March before that his attitude was somewhat unusual, at least in military circles, but that the results made it worthwhile. As a matter of fact, it was you yourself who first convinced us of this. And we all agreed that he was the man for the present assignment before he was recalled to active duty.
I suppose so,
General Roberts said slowly. Some of the color had faded from his face. He stared at me. Under the circumstances, Major March, we’ll forget that we’re both in uniform. But I sometimes wonder why I didn’t have you summarily shot when we were both overseas during the war.
That’s easy,
I said. We were all alone behind enemy lines and you couldn’t have found a firing squad. Besides, if you could have had me shot, there wouldn’t have been anybody to bring you out.
He started to darken up again.
Anyway,
Hillyer said quickly, we’re all glad to have you back working with us again, Major March.
Well, I can’t say the same thing,
I said. I’m getting tired of being dragged away from my business every time you characters stub your toes.
I looked at the General and grinned. You must’ve been a busy little bee since I saw you last. You’ve got an extra star on each shoulder. That’s a big jump from those chicken wings you used to wear.
He started to turn purple, but then suddenly it was over. He relaxed and gave me the nearest thing to a grin he could manage. Damnit, Milo,
he said, someday you’re going to go too far.
You’ve been saying that for as long as I’ve known you,
I said. Remember the night we were in France to blow up a bridge and the Marquis was supposed to send us two helpers? The two turned out to be girls. That’s what you said to me then because I took the prettiest one.
There was nothing like the mention of a war to jolly up the General. He actually managed a full-scale smile this time. That was quite a night,
he said. Then he realized that the Captain was standing there with his mouth hanging open, and he wiped the smile from his face, clearing his throat loudly. It was quite a war, Milo, my boy.
Only a general would describe a war as quite a war. Well, this isn’t getting to our problem.
You got a better one?
I asked, winking at the Captain.
The General ignored it. We have a rather serious problem,
he said. Not very big, but still serious.
Just a minute,
I said. Am I recalled to active duty for just this one job, or are you going to try to make a permanent thing out of it?
Just for this one job, Major,
Hillyer said. As soon as it’s finished you can go back to your civilian job.
That’s right,
General Roberts said, in a tone of voice that said he didn’t understand why anyone would want to be a civilian. It shouldn’t take you more than three or four days and then you’re through. You have my word for that.
Your word,
I said scornfully. From that trick at the door, it would seem that you’re interested in how well I’ve retained my Russian. That hardly sounds like a three- or four-day job.
It’s not in Russia,
the General said quickly. You may need to remember your Russian, though. Civilian life softens some men.
I like that kind of softening,
I told him. What’s the job?
An important paper has vanished,
Hillyer said. From our Paris office. If it is not recovered, hundreds of people will die.
It must be a pretty important paper,
I said.
It is. It contains a complete list of our contacts behind the Iron Curtain. In code, of course, but it will be only a matter of time before they manage to break the code. It must be recovered before they do.
What about your men over there?
I asked. You must have plenty of them available.
We do,
Hillyer said, but we have reason to think that most of them, perhaps all, are known to members of the Russian Embassy. At the best, we will have only one try to get it back. At least before it goes to Russia. So we don’t dare risk missing that one chance.
When did it vanish?
Yesterday. We had a meeting the minute we learned about it, and decided you were the best man to get it back. Your recall to active duty was put through at once.
I nodded. That explained the big rush in the order to report. I guess you’d better tell me the whole story,
I said.
There is a minor clerk in the Paris office,
Hillyer said. His name is Roger Adams. He has always been considered a good security risk. Consequently he had access to all the files. It now seems that he recently became involved with a girl in the Russian Embassy without any of our people knowing about it. As we get it, he wanted to prove to her that he was more important than he is, so he took a paper at random from the files and showed it to her. When she asked him for it, he gave it to her. Apparently he did not even know what the paper contained since he was not cleared to know the code.
Pretty,
I said. How did you find out about it?
The clerk came and told us. As soon as he was away from her, he began to realize what he’d done, so he confessed the whole thing.
Must be some girl,
I said.
That seems to be the impression he gives,
Hillyer said dryly.
Do you know who the girl is?
I asked.
Yes and no. Her name is Zoya Aristova. Officially she is a clerk in the Russian Embassy, but she may be a member of either the MVD or the KGB. We don’t know.
Do you have anything else on it?
No. The girl has not been seen since Adams turned the paper over to her.
Do you have a plan or am I just supposed to go in and play it the way it falls?
A little of each. The Aristova girl was usually seen in the company of another clerk in the Embassy named Maryutka Kosygina. She has been seen since. Someone in the Paris office suggested that there might be a possibility of working through her if we used a man who could pose as either a White Russian or a former defector who wants to get back to Russia. They have a plan by which you can meet her, but after that it will be up to you.
I didn’t think much of the idea, but it might be difficult to work out a better one if the time was short. Well,
I said, we’ll see how it falls. What else do you have?
That’s all. There are probably more minor details which will be given to you there. You can talk to the clerk, if you like. You’ll get all the assistance you need from the Paris office, but it’ll be entirely up to you. Just remember that you will not have much time.
Hillyer smiled sympathetically.
Okay. When do you want me to leave?
Right away,
General Roberts said. In the next room, you will find a complete outfit of civilian clothes. We think it’s better if you do not show up as an Army officer. There are also additional clothes and luggage. There’s everything else you’ll need, including your passport. As soon as you’re ready, you’ll be flown to Paris in an Army plane. You will be met at the airport by someone from the CIA office in Paris. He will see that you get everything else you need.
Do you think that’s wise?
I asked.
We’re pretty certain that this man is not known to the Russians,
Hillyer said. He’s probably the only one not known, but it’s a job beyond his capacities. You’ve worked with him before, Major. In fact, he also suggested that we send you on the assignment if it were possible.
Who?
I asked.
Henri Flambeau. He used to work in our Berlin office and was transferred to Paris about a year ago.
I remembered him. I’d worked with him the time they’d sent me to East Berlin to bring back an important prisoner. We’d gotten along fine, so it made me feel a little better to know that he was the man I’d be contacting.
A good man,
I said. Okay. There are only a couple of things I want to know. Am I on my own or do I have to take orders from someone over there?
You’re on your own,
General Roberts said.
Fine. Now, how badly do you want that paper?
Look at it this way,
General Roberts said. If the Russians get that paper decoded, not only will several hundred people die, but more than ten years’ work will be destroyed and we’ll have to start all over again from the beginning. We’ll even have to devise new codes, new drops all over Europe, a whole new system for getting information from behind the Iron Curtain. We want the paper back. Anything—repeat anything—short of war that will get it back will be worth it.
Two
Everything went off fine. The civilian clothes the Army had bought for me fit. There was a good assortment of everything and just enough to fill the bag. The