Brigadier Engelhardt frowns like a schoolmaster when you give him an answer he does not expect. It may be a right answer-if you are clever enough to think of an answer the schoolmaster does not expect, it probablywill be a right answer, as mine was obviously right here-but he has to pause to take it in. Sometimes he will beat you merely for having the nerve to think better and more quickly than he can. Brigadier Engelhardt, I will say, has not been one of that sort.
At last, he says, "But Ade, do you not see? No one has spoken Doriot's name. You do notknow that he will be at Madame Lea's."
"I know there will be some sort of subversion there," I say. "And with Doriot in the city to spread his Red filth, what else could it be?"
"Practically anything," he replies. "Lille is not a town that loves the German Empire. It never has been. It never will be."
"It is Doriot!" I say-loudly. "It must be Doriot!" I lean forward. I pound my fist on the desk. His papers jump. So does a vase holding a single red rose.
Brigadier Engelhardt catches it before it tips over. He looks at me for a long time. Then he says, "You go too far, Sergeant. You go much too far, as a matter of fact."
I say nothing. He wants me to say I am sorry. I am not sorry. I amright. Iknow I am right. My spirit is full of certainty.
He drums his fingers on the desktop. Another pause follows. He sighs. "All right, Ade," he says. "I will give you exactly what you say you want."
I spring to my feet! I salute! "Thank you, Brigadier! Hail victory!"
"Wait." He is dark, brooding. He might almost be a Frenchman, all so-called intellect, and not a proper German, a man of will, of action, of deed, at all. He points a finger at me. "I will give you exactly what you say you want," he repeats. "You can take these men to this fortuneteller's place. If you bring back Jacques Doriot, well and good. If you do not bring back Jacques Doriot… If you do not bring him back, I will make you very, very sorry for the trouble you have caused here. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir!" This is it! Victory or death! With my shield or on it!
"Do you wish to change your mind?"
"No, sir! Not in the slightest!" I fear nothing. My heart is firm. It pounds only with eagerness to vanquish the foes of the Reich, the foes of the Kaiser. Not a trace of fear. Nowhere at all a trace of fear, I swear it. Into battle I shall go.
He sighs again. "Very well. Dismissed,Feldwebel."
Now I have merely to wait until the evening, to prepare theFeldgendarmerie men who shall surround Madame Lea's establishment, and then to-to net my fish! You shall see. By this time tomorrow, Doriot will be in my pocket and I will be a famous man, or as famous as a man whose work must necessarily for the most part be done in secret can become.
And once I am famous, what shall I do? Why, come home to my family-most especially to my loving and beloved niece! — and celebrate just as I hope. You are the perfect one to give a proper Hail victory! for your proud, your stern, your resolute-
Uncle Alf
30 May 1929
My very dearest and most beloved sweet Geli,
Hail victory! I kiss you and caress you here in my mind, as I bask in the triumph of my will! Strength and success, as I have always said, lie not in defense but in attack. Just as a hundred fools cannot replace a wise man, a heroic decision like mine will never come from a hundred cowards. If a plan is right in itself, and if thus armed it sets out on struggle in this world, it is invincible. Every persecution will only make it stronger. So it is with me today.
After fifteen years of the work I have accomplished, as a common German soldier and merely with my fanatical willpower, I achieved last night a victory that confounded not only my superiors who summoned me to Lille but also the arrogant little manikins who, because they did not know what I could do or with whom they were dealing, anticipated my failure. All of them are today laughing out of the other side of their mouths, and you had best believe it!
Let me tell you exactly how it happened.
That fat and revolting sergeant had finally reached his post when I came out of Brigadier Engelhardt's office. Laughing in my face, the swine, he says, "I bet the commandant told you where to head in-and just what you deserve, too."
"Not me," I say. "The raid is on for tonight. I am in charge of it. After that, we'll see who gloats."
He gaped at me, gross and disgustingly foolish. SuchUntermenschen, even though allegedly German, are worse foes to theKaiserreich than the French, perhaps even worse than the Jews themselves. They show theVolk can also poison itself and drown in a sewer tide of mediocrity. But I will not let that happen. I will not! It must not!
Would you believe it, thatlumpen — sergeant had the infernal and damnable gall to ask Brigadier Engelhardt-Brigadier Engelhardt, whom I protected with my own body during the war! — if I was telling the truth. That shameless badger!
He came back looking crestfallen and exultant at the same time. "All right-we'll play your stupid game," says he. "We'll play it-and then you'll get it in the neck. Don't come crying to me afterwards, either. It'll do you no good."
"Just do your job," I say. "That's all I want from you. Just do your job."
"Don't worry about it," he says gruffly. As though he hadn't given me cause enough for worry, God knows. But I only nodded. I would give him and his men the necessary orders. They had but to obey me. If they did as I commanded, all would be well. I could not be everywhere at once, however much I wanted to. I had discovered the foul Red plot; others would have to help snuff it out.
When the time came that evening, I set out for Madame Lea's. The LilleFeldgendarmerie would follow, I hoped not too noisily and not too obviously. That stinking sergeant could ruin the game simply by letting the vile Marxist conspirators spot him. I hoped he would not, but he could-and, because he was so disgustingly round, there was a great deal of him to spot.
The church of Sts. Peter and Paul is lackluster architecturally; the house Madame Lea infests even more so. A sign in her window announced her as a Liseuse De Pensees, a thought-reader-and, for the benefit of German troops benighted enough to seek out her services, also as a Wahrsagerin, a lady soothsayer. Lies! Foolishness! To say nothing of espionage and treason!
I knocked on the door. A challenge from within: "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I'm here for the lecture," I answered.
"You sound funny," said the man behind the door-my accent proved a problem, as it does too often in France.
"I'm from Antwerp," I said, as I had at the pigeon-fanciers' clubs.
And then Lady Luck, who watched out for me on the battlefields of the war, reached out to protect me once again. If one's destiny is to save the beloved Fatherland, one will not be allowed to fail. I was starting to explain how I had heard of the lecture atLa Societe colombophile lilloise when one of the men with whom I had spoken there came up and said, "This Koppensteiner fellow's all right. Knows his pigeons, he does. And if you think theBoches don't screw over the Flemings, too, you're daft."
That got them to open the door for me. I doffed my cap to the man who had vouched for me. "Merci beaucoup," I said, resolving to thank him as he truly deserved once he was under arrest. But that could-would have to-wait.