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Hey, would I like to pork that! he decided.
Then he noticed she was crying.
“Gee, what’s wrong? Bad news, huh?”
She came into his arms—he could not believe his famous luck again—and began to sob against his shoulder. He held her close and tight, muttering, “Now, now,” stroking her hair.
She looked up, soft and blurred, and he thought she wanted a kiss and so he pressed his lips into hers.
* * *
At last Eichma
“What guarantees can you offer? Repp is very dangerous. You insist that I betray him, or you’ll let it be known I betrayed him. Yet without a guarantee, the first possibility does not exist.”
“We have a way of remembering our friends. We’ve that reputation, don’t we? Give us a chance to live up to it. That’s all I can say.”
“I’d need to disappear. Understand, it’s not the Americans who frighten me. It’s Repp.”
“I understand,” said Leets. “All right. I’ll see what I can do.”
“A bargain then, Eichma
“I said I’d see.”
“Eichma
“Herr Eichma
The draydel had run out of energy, and sputtered to a stop, lurching spastically on the table. Eichma
“Operation Nibelungen: I was in on it from the begi
“Get to the point,” Leets instructed.
“Operation Nibelungen. The point of Operation Nibelungen is a Special Action.”
“A ‘Special Action’?”
“With a rifle.”
“Special Action means murder.”
“Call it what you will. It can be justified morally from a World Historical perspective which—”
“Who?” said Leets, surprising even himself at how uninterested he sounded after so many months of sawing on the same question.
“You must realize. I am not against the Jews. I respect and understand them. I myself am a Zionist. I believe it would be best for them to have their own country. All this was forced upon us by our superiors—”
“Who? When?”
“When, I ca
Leets said, “Who, Herr Obersturmba
His yell seemed to startle the little man.
“No need to yell, Captain. I’m about to tell you.”
“Who?”
“A child,” Eichma
Roger put the tip of his tongue through the girl’s lips.
She smashed him in the face, open hand.
“What?” he said. “Hey, I don’t get it.”
“Fresh,” she said.
“You kissed me! I just walked around the corner and here’s these lips.”
“You made it dirty. You spoiled it.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She was knocking him out. He was in love, or half in love at any rate.
“Look, I really didn’t mean anything bad. It was just a friendly gesture.”
“Tongues are more than just friends,” she said.
“Oh, well, you get carried away, is all. Heh, heh. My name’s Rog, Rog Evans. What’s yours?”
“Nora.”
“Well, Nora, how are you? Nice to meet you. Do you play te
“Prairie View.”
“Prairie View, yeah, think I heard of it. Women’s school out west, California, isn’t it? A real good school, I hear.”
“It’s a high school in Des Moines. I doubt if you’ve heard of it. I didn’t even go to a college yet.”
“Oh, yeah, well, college is pretty much a waste of time. Even Harvard, where I go, is not really for serious people. Are you a WAC?”
“The Red Cross Women’s Auxiliary.”
“A civilian?”
“Yeah. But we’re still supposed to call officers sir and all.”
“Must be real interesting,” he said.
“I hate it. It stinks. They watch you like a hawk. You never get to do anything.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the service. Speaking of doing something, I was wondering, you tied up or anything tonight?” Get the date first, then worry about dumping Leets and Outhwaithe. “See, I don’t know the area too well. I’m OSS—Office of Strategic Services … high-level intelligence, that sort of thing. Anywhere it’s hot, that’s where you’ll find us. But I was wondering if you could sort of—”
“How can you think of that on a day like this?”
“And what’s this day?” he finally asked her.
Eichma
“In the last days before the war, a wealthy, assimilated Warsaw Jew named Josef Hirsczowicz seemed to convert to Zionism. Naturally, there were ramifications.”
Leets thought of just one of them: the shabby little office in London, the old man Fischelson, and all the grim, dark, weeping women. And Susan Isaacson, American, from Baltimore, Maryland, who’d lost her soul there, or perhaps found it.
“We viewed this with some concern. First, we felt the Hirsczowicz fortune to be ours, by right of biological superiority. Second, an accumulation of capital such as this fellow’s is not without its influence. And that much money in the hands of Zionist agitators, anarchists, Socialists, Communists, what have you, could create considerable problems for us. Incidentally, Major, in this respect we are not so much different from your own government, which, in the Mideast at any rate, recognizes the World Jewish Conspir—”
“Get on with it,” Tony said.
“Thus it was imperative that the man Hirsczowicz and his family and heirs be added to the list of Warsaw intelligentsia marked for special handling. And so it happened.”Eichma
“But imagine our dismay and surprise,” and here the German allowed himself a prim, wicked smile, “when our accountants discovered in an audit of the Bank Hirsczowicz that his fortune had disappeared. Disappeared! Vanished! A billion zlotys. Five hundred million Reichsmarks.”
One hundred million bucks, thought Leets.
“Discreet inquiries were made. Naturally so large a sum ca
“The boy. The heir,” said Tony.
“Yes and no. Again the Jew had been clever, very clever. The boy was not the heir. The boy was to be provided for, of course, but the fortune would not be his.”
“Who would get it?” Leets asked.
“The Jews,” said Eichma
“The Jews?”
“Yes. I told you the man was a Zionist. He had decided that his people’s only salvation lay in a Jewish state, an Israel. Privately, I agree with him. Thus the money was held in escrow for several groups. Zionist groups. Refugee groups. Propaganda outlets. All dedicated to this idea of a new country.”
“I see.”
“But he was too clever, this Jew. Too clever by half. He of course worried about the son.”