A German Requiem

'Yes, General.'

'But in the end she told us everything,' Mnller continued. 'Even before your impossibly heroic arrival on the scene. She told us that you and she had enjoyed a sexual relationship, and that you had been kind to her. Which was why she had asked you for help when it came to getting rid of Heim's body. Which was why you came looking for her when K/nig took her away. Incidentally, I must compliment you. You killed one of Nebe's men quite expertly. It's a great pity that a man of your formidable skills will never work for our Organization after all. But a number of things remain a puzzle, and I expect you, Herr Gunther, to enlighten us.' He glanced around and saw that the man who had laid Veronika into the vat was now standing by a small panel of electric switches on the wall.

'Do you know anything about making wine?' he asked, walking round the vat. 'The crushing, as the word suggests, is the process whereby the grape is squeezed, bursting its skin and releasing the juice. As you will no doubt be aware it was once done by treading the grapes in huge casks. But most modern presses are pneumatic or electrically operated machines. The crushing is repeated several times, and thus is an indication of the quality of the wine, with the first press being the best of all. Once every bit of juice has been squeezed out, the residue I believe Nebe calls it the cake is supplied to a distillery; or, as is the case on this small estate, it is turned into fertilizer.'

Mnller looked across at Arthur Nebe. There, Arthur, did I get that right?'

Nebe smiled indulgently. 'Perfectly right, Herr General.'

'I hate to mislead anyone,' Mnller said with good humour. 'Even a man who is going to die.' He paused and looked down into the vat. 'Of course at this precise moment it is not your life which is the most pressing issue, if I may be permitted that one tasteless little joke.'

The big Latvian guffawed in my ear, and my head was suddenly enveloped with the stink of his garlicky breath.

'So I advise you to make your answers quickly and accurately, Herr Gunther.

FrSulein Zartl's life depends on it.' He nodded at the man by the control panel who pressed a button which initiated a mechanical noise, gradually increasing in pitch.

'Don't think too harshly of us,' said Mnller. 'These are hard times. There are shortages of everything. If we had any sodium pentathol we should give it to you. We should even look to buy it on the black market. But I think you'll agree that this method is every bit as effective as any truth drug.'

'Ask your damned questions.'

'Ah, you're in a hurry to answer. That's good. Tell me then: who is this American policeman? The one who helped you dispose of Heim's body.'

'His name is John Belinsky. He works for Crowcass.'

'How did you meet him?'

'He knew that I was working to prove Becker's innocence. He approached me with an offer to work in tandem. Initially he said that he wanted to find out why Captain Linden had been murdered, but then after a while he told me that he really wanted to find out about you. If you had anything to do with Linden's death.'

'So the Americans aren't happy that they have the right man?'

'No. Yes. The military police are. But the Crowcass people aren't. The gun used to kill Linden was one which they traced back to a killing in Berlin. A corpse which was supposed to be you, Mnller. And the gun checked back to SS records at the Berlin Documents Centre. Crowcass didn't inform the military police for fear that they might spook you out of Vienna.'

'And you were encouraged to infiltrate the Org on their behalf?'

'Yes.'

'Are they so certain that I'm here?'

'Yes.'

'But until this morning you had never seen me before. Explain how they know, please.'

'The information that I supplied on the MVD was designed to draw you out. They know you like to consider yourself an expert in these matters. The thinking was that with information of such quality, you yourself would take charge of the debrief. If I saw you at this morning's meeting I was to signal to Belinsky from the toilet window. I had to pull down the blind three times. He would be watching the window through binoculars.'

'And then what?'

'He was supposed to have brought agents to surround the house. He was meant to have arrested you. The deal was that if they were successful in arresting you, then they would let Becker go free.'

Nebe glanced over at one of his men, and jerked his head at the door. 'Get some men to check the grounds. Just in case.'

Mnller shrugged. 'So you're saying that the only reason they know I'm here in Vienna is because you made some signal to them from a lavatory window. Is that it?' I nodded. 'But then why didn't this Belinsky have his men move in and arrest me, as you had planned?'

'Believe me, I've been asking myself the same question.'

'Come now, Herr Gunther. This is inconsistent, is it not? I ask you to be fair.

How am I supposed to believe this?'

'Would I have gone looking for the girl if I didn't think there were going to be agents arriving?'

'What time were you supposed to make your signal?' asked Nebe.

'Twenty minutes into the meeting I was supposed to excuse myself.'

'At 10.20 then. But you were looking for FrSulein Zartl before seven o'clock this morning.'

'I decided that she might not be able to wait until the Americans showed up.'

'You're asking us to believe that you would have risked a whole operation for one ' Mnller's nose wrinkled with disgust ' for one little chocolady?' He shook his head. 'I find that very hard to believe.' He nodded at the man controlling the wine press. This man pushed a second button and the machine's hydraulics cranked into gear. 'Come now, Herr Gunther. If what you say is true, why didn't the Americans come when you signalled to them?'

'I don't know,' I shouted.

'Then speculate,' said Nebe.

'They never meant to arrest you,' I said, putting into words my own suspicions.

'All they wanted to know was that you were alive and working for the Org. They used me, and after they found out what they wanted, they dumped me.'

I tried to wrestle free of the Latvian as the press began its slow descent.

Veronika lay unconscious, her chest swelling gently as she continued breathing, oblivious to the descending plate. I shook my head. 'Look, I honestly don't know why they didn't turn up.'

'So,' said Mnller, 'let's get this clear. The only evidence that they have of my continued existence, apart from this rather tenuous piece of ballistic evidence you mentioned, is your own signal.'

'Yes, I suppose so.'

'One more question. Do you do the Amis know why Captain Linden was killed?'

'No,' I said, and then reasoning that negative answers were not what was wanted, added: 'We figured that he was being supplied with information about war-criminals in the Org. That he came to Vienna to investigate you. At first we thought that K/nig was supplying him with the information.' I shook my head, trying to recall some of the theories I had come up with to explain Linden's death. 'Then we thought that he might somehow have been supplying the Org with information in order to help you to recruit new members. Switch that machine off, for God's sake.'

Veronika disappeared from sight as the press closed over the edge of the vat.

There were only two or three metres of life left to her.

'We didn't know why, damn you.'

Mnller's voice was slow and calm, like a surgeon's. 'We must be sure, Herr Gunther. Let me repeat the question '

'I don't know '

'Why was it necessary for us to kill Linden?'

I shook my head desperately.

'Just tell me the truth. What do you know? You're not being fair to this young woman. Tell us what you found out.'