"Your left hand," Kramer said to Smith, took it in his own, then spoke into the phone. ,"Yes, the tip of the little finger is missing... and the right forearm has what?" Smith bared his right forearm without being told. "Yes, yes, two parallel scars, three centimetres apart... What"s that?... Tell him he"s a traitor?"
"And tell him he"s a renegade," Smith smiled.
"And you"re a renegade," Kramer said on the phone. "Chambertin, you say. Ah! Thank you, thank you. Goodbye, my old friend." He replaced the receiver.
"We both prefer French wine," Smith said apologetically and by way of explanation.
"Our top double agent in the Mediterranean," Kramer said wonderingly. "And I"d never even heard of you."
"Maybe that"s why he is what he is," Rosemeyer said dryly.
"I"ve been lucky." Smith shrugged, then said briskly: "Well, then. My credentials?"
"Impeccable," Kramer said. "My G.o.d, they"re impeccable."
"So," Smith said grimly. "Now for our friends" credentials. As you know, Christiansen, Thomas and Carraciola -- the real Christiansen, Thomas and Carraciola -- while working for -- "
"What in G.o.d"s name are you talking about?" Christiansen shouted. He was on his feet, his face suffused with uncontrollable anger. "The real Christiansen -- " His eyes turned up as Hartmann"s blackjack caught him behind the ear and he sagged to the floor.
"He was warned," Kramer said grimly. "You didn"t hit him too hard, Sergeant?". "A two-minute tap," Hartmann said rea.s.suringly.
"Good. I think you may now proceed without interruption, my dear Schmidt."
"Smith," Smith corrected him. "As I was saying, our real agents while working for the British counter-espionage have not only been responsible for the deep infiltration of the German Secret Service into the British espionage network in France and the Low Countries but have also set up an excellent chain of spies in England -- a most successful ring, as Admiral Canaris well knows."
"It"s not my territory," Kramer said. "But that, of course, I know."
Smith said coldly: To your feet, you impostors, and sit at the table there. Sergeant, lend a hand to that man on the floor there. He appears to be coming round."
Their faces baffled and uncomprehending, Carraciola and Thomas made their way towards the table and sat down, where they were shortly joined by a very shaky and sick-looking Christiansen. The sergeant remained by him just long enough to ensure that he didn"t fall off his chair, then took three paces back and covered them all with his carbine again.
From the other side of the table Smith flung down in front of the three men the little note-books that Anne-Marie had brought. Then he produced his own elastic-banded note-book from his pocket and laid it on the small table beside Kramer. "If they are who they claim to be," Smith said quietly, "it would be reasonable, would it not, my dear Kramer, to expect them to be able to write the names and the addresses or contacts of our agents in England and of the British agents who have been supplanted on the Continent by our men." He paused significantly. "And then compare their lists with the genuine one in my book there."
"It would indeed," Kramer said slowly. "Proof at one stroke. Masterly, my dear Captain Schmidt -- Smith, I mean." He smiled, almost wanly. I"m afraid I"m not myself tonight. But tell me, Captain." He touched the banded note-book by his side. "This list of agents -- I mean, carrying it around on your person. Does this not contravene every rule we have?" "Of course it does. Rules can only be broken by the man who "made them. You think that even I would dare without his authority? Admiral Walter Canaris will be in his Berlin office now." Smith nodded towards the telephone.
"What do you take me for." Kramer smiled and turned to the three men at the table. "Well, you heard."
"There"s something terribly far wrong -- " Carraciola began despairingly.
"There is indeed," Kramer interrupted bleakly. "I don"t doubt Smith"s bona-fides." Carraciola was almost in anguish now. "Not any more. But there"s been some ghastly mistake -- "
"You are the ones who have made it," Smith said curtly.
"Write," Kramer commanded. "Sergeant Hartmann." Sergeant Hartmann stepped forward, his leather-thonged blackjack at the ready. The three men bent their heads and wrote.
The armoury was almost deserted now. Some time previously, a couple of sergeants had entered, moved around among the coffee tables and taken at least a score of grumbling men away for unspecified duties. Mary did not have to guess at what those unspecified duties might be. She glanced secretly at her watch for what must have been the twentieth time, rubbed her forehead wearily, rose to her feet and smiled palely at von Brauchitsch.
"I"m so sorry, Captain. I must go. I really must go. A most dreadful headache."
"I am sorry, my dear Maria." A troubled contrition had replaced his habitual smile. "You should have told me earlier. You don"t look at all well. A long journey from the Rhine-land, then all this Schnapps -- "
"I"m afraid I"m not used to it," Mary said ruefully. "I"ll be all right when I"ve lain down."
"Of course, of course. Come, my dear, let me escort you to your room."
"No, no!" Then, realising she had spoken with uncalled-for vehemence, she smiled again and touched his hand. "I"ll be all right. Really I will."
"Captain von Brauchitsch knows what"s best." The face was serious but friendly, the voice authoritative but with an underlying tone of humour, and Mary knew there was no answer to it. "I positively insist. Come along."
He tucked her arm protectively under his arid led her from the armoury.
Arm in arm they walked along the pa.s.sage-way leading from the ztmouiy-cam-Kaffeestube towards the central block of the castle. The pa.s.sage-way, in contrast to the last time they had walked along there, was completely deserted and Mary commented on the fact.
"It"s the witches on their broomsticks," von Brauchitsch laughed. The commandant hasn"t caught them yet, but give him another few years and you never know. All those poor souls you saw being hauled out of the armoury are now probably poking about the eaves or climbing up the flagpoles. You never know where spies get to nowadays."
"You seem to treat the possibility lightly enough," Mary said.
"I"m a Gestapo officer. I"m paid and trained to use my head, not an overheated imagination," he said curtly, then squeezed her arm and apologised. "Sorry, that tone of voice was aimed at someone else, not you." He halted abruptly, peered out a window into the courtyard and said: "Now that is strange."
"What"s strange?"
"The helicopter there," von Brauchitsch said thoughtfully. "Army regulations state that High Command helicopters must be kept in instant readiness at all times. But that one has part of its engine cover dismantled and a tarpaulin stretched in position over it. Wouldn"t call that instant readiness, would you?"
"I suppose helicopters need repairing from time to time the same as any other machine." Her throat was suddenly dry and she wished von Brauchitsch wouldn"t hold her so closely: he was bound to notice her accelerating heart-beat. "What"s so unusual about that?"
"What"s so unusual is that there was no one working on that machine almost half an hour ago when we first pa.s.sed by here," von Brauchitsch said. "Unheard of for a Reichsmarschall"s personal pilot to walk away and leave a job half done."
"Would it be unheard of for him to take a piece of mechanism inside and repair it under cover?" Mary asked sweetly. "Or perhaps you haven"t seen a thermometer tonight?"
"I"m getting as bad as the old commandant and his witchhunts," von Brauchitsch said sadly. He moved on, shaking his head. "You see before you a horrible example of the dangers of being too long in my business: the obvious answer is far too obvious for shrewd and cunning intellects like ours. I must remember that later on tonight."
"You"re going to exercise this great mind again tonight?" Mary asked lightly.
"In there, as a matter of fact." Von Brauchitsch nodded as they pa.s.sed by an ornate door. "The gold drawing-room." He glanced at his watch. "In twenty minutes! So soon! Your charming company, Fraulein."
"Thank you, kind sir. You -- you have an appointment?" Her heart was back at its old tricks again.
"An evening of musical appreciation. Even the Gestapo has its finer side. We are going to listen to a nightingale sing." He quickened his pace. "Sorry, Fraulein, but I"ve just remembered I"ve one or two reports to prepare."
"I"m sorry if I"ve kept you from your work, Captain," she said demurely. How much does he know, she thought wildly, how much does he suspect, what action has he suddenly decided to take? The von Brauchitschs of this world didn"t just suddenly remember anything for the excellent reason that they never forgot it in the first place. "It"s been most kind of you."
"The pleasure was one-sided," von Brauchitsch protested gallantly. "Mine and mine alone." He stopped outside her bedroom door, took her hand in his and smiled. "Goodnight, my dear Maria. You really are the most charming girl."
"Goodnight." She returned smile for smile. "And thank you."
"We really must get to know each other better," von Brauchitsch said in farewell. He opened her door, bowed, kissed her hand, gently closed the door behind her and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Very much better, my dear Maria," he said softly to himself. "Very much better indeed."
Carraciola, Thomas and Christiansen bent over their notebooks and scribbled furiously. At least the first two did: Christiansen had not yet recovered from the blow on the head and was making heavy weather of his writing. Kramer, who was standing apart with Smith and talking to him in low tones, looked at them in curiosity and with just a trace of uneasiness.