and some idea of the amount.
Come now, impress me with your frankness and your
honesty.”
“Over five million Americanea”…El Gato
said.
This was twice the figure Vargas expected, and he
looked at the American sharply. If El Gato
was lying, exaggerating the number to impress Vargas,
it didn’t show in his face.
“Some of that money, a small amount it is true,
came directly from the Cuban governmentea”…El
Gato said. “I believe you authorized those
payments.”
“You have a sense of the sardonic, I seeea”…Vargas
said without humor. One got the impression he had not
smiled in his lifetime, nor would he.
El Gato nodded.
“You had a commodity to sell, we wished to buy. We
paid a fair price.”
“Come, come, Senor Vargas. Let’s not pretend
with each other. I arranged for you to acquire the
equipmenteaand chemicals necessary to create a
biological warfare program. What you have done with
those chemicals and equipment
1 don’t know, nor do I want to know. But you know
as well as I that if the American government found
out about the sale I would be ruined. And you know that I
made no profit in the transaction.”
Vargas nodded, a dip of the head.
“Nor have I asked for money for arranging to steal
Nuestra Senora.”
“That is true, but if the operation succeeds, we would
have paid a fair amount.”
“I do not want your money.”
“You want something. What?”
El Gato walked a few paces with his hands in his
pockets before he spoke. “After Castro I
envision a Cuba much more friendly to American
interests, more open to a free flow of capital in and
out. A great many people in the
United States have a great deal of money
accumulated that they want to invest in Cuba, which they
will do as soon as the United States government
allows them to do so, and as soon as the Cuban
government guarantees these investors that their investment
will not be confiscated or stolen with hidden taxes or
demands for graft. A man who could
guarantee that his friends would be fairly treated in
Cuba could make a lot of money. He would be a
patron, if you will. And if he carefully screened
his friends, Cuba would get a vetted flow of capable
investors who would perform as promised.”
“Something for everyoneea”…Vargas said.
“Precisely.”
“Just so that I understandare you suggesting that you want to be
that man,
el jefecitol”
“I could do it, I believe.”
“The exiles expect to come to Cuba at Castro’s
death and take over the country. They want
billions in repatriations! I tell you now, you have
helped fuel their expectations with your five
million dollars.”
What he failed to mention was the fact that the Cuban
government had played to the fears of the peons who
stayed, telling them they would be thrown from their
homes”…if the exiles ever returned.
El Gato smiled. “Like the exiles, you fail
to clearly see the situation. They are Americans.
They make more money in America than they ever could in
Cuba. They will never return in significant
numbers. In fact, if the borders are
thrown open, the net human flow will be toward the
United States, not back to Cuba. If the
American government would allow it, a million
Cubans a year would leave this island. You would be
wise to let people go where they wish to go.”
“You are saying the exile problem will just disappear?”
“Except for a few bitter old men, yes, I
believe it will. The young ones have gotten on with their
lives. They have no old scores to settle.”
“So you betray these old ones for your own profit?”
“Senor Vargas, if they wish to nurse old
grudges and dream of a time which is long past and will
never come again, who am I to tell them no? Most of
these people are quite harmless. Those who aren’t can be dealt with
when they cause problems. A public apology
to dispossessed old people, a plea for healing, a few
pesos, and the exiles could be