Hitler's peace

Reichleitner smiled. “LEO is the name of an agent,” he said. “And BREAKFAST is a meeting, of course. GLADSTONE is London. A number 26 is a potential recruit for the NKVD. A NOVATOR is an existing NKVD agent. SPARTA means Soviet Russia, and TROY refers to Nazi Germany. CROESUS is you, I suspect, since you work for both ORVILLE-that’s Donovan, I imagine-and STAMP-that’s Roosevelt, I know. KNAPSACK is information that might develop into something more important. Number 43 means last will and testament.”

“Well, that part about the last will and testament ought to tell you something, Major.”

“Not as much as the fact that you were once a NOVATOR for SPARTA.”

“‘Once’ being the critical word. For example, I imagine you’re no longer the enthusiastic Nazi you were back in 1933. Well, in 1938 I was a lecturer at the University of Berlin and occasionally came into contact with Dr. Goebbels. I decided that the best way I had of opposing Nazism was to pass on any information that came my way to the Russians. Only all that ended when I left Germany to return to the United States.

“Then, a few weeks ago, when I was in London researching a report for the president on the Katyn Forest massacre, I ran into someone I’d known back in Vienna. An Englishman who had been a fellow Communist and who now works for British intelligence. And, it would seem, from what you’ve just told me, Russian intelligence, too. We talked about old times and that was it. Or so I thought, until General Donovan mentioned these intercepts and codebooks. Naturally I wanted to know if I should expect the NKVD to try to reestablish contact. I suspect that the only reason they haven’t is because I’ve been away from Washington since November twelfth. I doubt that they’ve had time.

“All the same, I can’t deny that all of this would be embarrassing for me if Donovan and the president got to know about it. Embarrassing and perhaps even compromising. I would probably have to resign from the service. But I don’t think I’d go to the electric chair for something I did before the United States was at war with Germany. I don’t think I’d even go to prison for it. So, no, I’m not going to help you to escape. I’ll take my chances.”

I smiled nonchalantly. I actually felt better now that I knew what the Bride material contained.

“But, then, so will you.”

Reichleitner frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Only this. That if you do decide to tell Deakin and Donovan what you know, it might be worth bearing in mind that I won’t be the only person who’s arrested for spying. There’s you for one. Don’t forget, Major Deakin’s still got your name on chit for a firing squad. And for another, there’s this little lady. Cairo’s answer to Mata Hari.”

I handed Reichleitner the photograph from Elena’s album. “This was taken just a few months ago. At the opening of the Auberge des Pyramides. Quite apart from the many questions it begs about what you were doing here at that time, it also begs just as many about Elena Pontiatowska. You see, Major Reichleitner, I know all about the radio in the little room behind the bookcase. And that, on its own, would be enough to book her the firing squad after yours.”

“What do you intend to do?” Reichleitner asked grimly.

“If it was just you and her and the odd bit of information about what the SOE is up to in Yugoslavia, then I think I might be inclined merely to warn Elena that I was on to her. That she should cease operations and get the hell out of Cairo. You see, we’re good friends. Maybe good friends like you and she were good friends. That I don’t know.

“What I do know is that it’s more serious than just a bit of spying. A lot more serious. You see, I believe she’s involved in a plot to assassinate Stalin in Teheran.”

I showed Reichleitner the plaintext message I had taken from the bin in Elena’s radio room and tossed the half-baked part of my theory in his lap.

“What was the idea with the Beketovka File, anyway? To use it as some sort of post factum justification for killing Stalin? Yes, that might play quite well with the world’s press. Stalin was a tyrant, a monster, a mass murderer. He deserved to die because God knows how many others have been murdered on his orders. And here’s the proof. This is what Germany has always been fighting against. This kind of Bolshevik barbarism. And this is why Britain and America have been fighting the wrong enemy.” I nodded. “It makes a lot of sense when you think of it like this.”

“To you, maybe,” said Reichleitner. “But not to me, I’m afraid. It wasn’t like that at all. I don’t know anything about a plot to kill Stalin.”

“No? Then what about that photograph? At the very least it proves you’ve been here in Cairo before. As a spy.”

“It’s true, I’ve been here before. But not as a spy.”

“I get it. You were on vacation.” I grinned and threw my cigarette onto the floor of Reichleitner’s cell. “See the Pyramids and then back to Berlin with some dirty postcards and a couple of cheap souvenirs.”