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“To be completely honest,” Annapolis said, “that path of action was discussed. The phrase I used at the time was ‘over my dead body.’ And obviously I prevailed.” He looked at Castillo. “I give you my word of honor, Colonel.”
We have just knocked rings, Castillo thought.
A former member of the Brigade of Midshipmen of the Naval Academy has just given his word of honor to a former member of the Corps of Cadets at West Point, fully expecting him to take it.
And the funny thing is, I’m going to do just that.
“I’ll take your word,” Castillo said. “Operative word, your. To be completely honest, you’re the only one of your crew I trust.”
“Some small progress is better than none at all,” Hotelier said. “For your information, Colonel, we take no actions of that sort unless there is unanimity among us.”
Castillo didn’t reply.
“Without objection, I will continue with the toast,” Hotelier said. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the magnificent success of Operation March Hare.”
Champagne was sipped. Max took the opportunity to help himself to a bacon-wrapped oyster.
“There’s liable to be a toothpick in that,” Sweaty said with concern.
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“Max knows who we’re dealing with,” Castillo said. “He looked carefully before he grabbed it. He also sniffed for cyanide.”
There were a few chuckles at this.
“Very droll,” Investment Banker said. “But if we are to continue working together . . .”
“And whatever gave you the idea that is even a remote possibility?” Castillo asked.
“Because we share the same objective,” Hotelier said. “Of defending the United States from all enemies, foreign and domestic.”
“I heard somewhere that patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel,” Castillo said. “Would you be interested in my take on You People?”
“I suspect we’re going to get it even if all of us chorused, ‘Hell, no,’ ” Annapolis said. “But I’d like to hear it.”
“You started out with good intentions,” Castillo said. “And I’ll admit that the money you’ve provided to SPECOPSCOM—and I presume to the Agency and others—helped them to do things that they wouldn’t have been able to do because they couldn’t get the funds from Congress.
“But then—how did that Englishman put it? ‘Power corrupts . . .’ ”
“If you’re talking about John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton, First Baron Acton,” Annapolis said, “what he said was ‘All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.’ ”
“Thank you,” Castillo said. “Sweaty, Annapolis men always like to demonstrate their erudition.”
Delchamps laughed.
“I tend to agree with the first part of that quotation,” Annapolis went on. “Is that what you’re suggesting happened here?”
“Bull’s-eye, Admiral,” Castillo said.
“Actually, I was a commander,” Annapolis said. “All right, Colonel, we’re guilty as charged. What would you have us do? Commit seppuku?”
“That’d work for you,” Castillo said. “But I don’t see any VFW buttons on your pals.”
“What are you talking about?” Sweaty demanded.
“Seppuku, my love, also known as hara-kiri, is what defeated samurai—warriors—do to atone for their sins. It involves stabbing yourself in the belly with a sword and then giving it a twist. But only warriors are allowed to do that.”
Delchamps chuckled.
