Berlin: A Novel

'We're not interested in the pilot,' Armand told her. 'It's the other man we want. Lieutenant-Colonel Colby is the RAF's chief strategist. He knows all the bomber targets from Bordeaux to Berlin. He broke his arm coming down, and now he's in the German officers' hospital in Neuilly. The Gestapo have got wind of their patient's identity, and they've sent him Edelgard in the role of a nurse.'

'Edelgard?'

'Edelgard Bornheim is a trained psychologist. She likes to think she can make anyone talk. She was transferred to Gestapo headquarters in Paris because of her perfect French, and her English is just as good. A dangerous opponent. She'll use any means she can. She can be sympathetic, understanding, sweet as sugar. If it serves her ends she'll sleep with her victim, whether it's a man or a woman. She'll try to win Colby's confidence, and we have to get him out of there as fast as possible. Here, take this, just to be on the safe side.' He gave Marlene a small pistol. A 6.35 Beretta. Deadly at close quarters. If you have to use it on yourself, the best way is to put it in your mouth and pull the trigger. It won't hurt. Come on, Bertrand will drive us.'

Bertrand was wearing black chauffeur's livery and a peaked cap. A German officer in a French limousine with a French driver?' she wondered aloud.

All part of our camouflage. Get in, Nurse Magda,' Armand told her.

'How do you come to speak such good German?' she asked as they drove through the streets of Paris.

'I'm from Alsace. I first saw the light of day as a subject of His Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm II, but I grew up as a citizen of the Republique. My heart belongs to France. Now I'm German again and due to be called up. If they catch me they'll shoot me as a deserter.'

'In such a case the best way is to put your pistol in your mouth and pull the trigger. It won't hurt,' said Marlene, unimpressed.

The German officers' hospital was housed in a large villa in Neuilly park, dating from the time of Napoleon III. An ornate gateway led to an inner courtyard. 'If they close the gate we won't never get out,' said Marlene, her accent reverting to her Berlin roots.

'Pick up the raincoat and follow me, Nurse Magda,' Armand cut her short. A lance-corporal orderly jumped to his feet and saluted. 'I'm Colonel Klemens. Who's in charge here?'

'Medical Officer Fahrenkamp.'

'Take us to him.'

'Yessir.' The lance-corporal hurried ahead, brushing past several nurses, and flung open a double door. 'Colonel Klemens, Dr Fahrenkamp, sir,' he announced.

And this is Nurse Magda. She'll be looking after our patient,' Armand introduced her.

'Colonel, Nurse Magda…' The medical officer clicked his heels. 'Which patient do you mean?'

'Haven't you recived a telex from the Fiihrer headquarters, then? I don't believe it! Well, we can go into this bungling incompetence later. Now let's get the Englishman ready to travel.'

'Lieutenant-Colonel Colby?'

Armand lowered his voice. 'This is secret state business. Colby is a close relation of the British royal family. We have orders to take him to Schloss Siidmaringen, the internment camp for VIPs. It could be that we'll exchange him for Hess, but remember, you never heard that.'

Of course not, colonel.' The medical officer sniffed in surprise.

Armand grinned. 'You'll have to forgive us, Dr Fahrenkamp. Nurse Magda and I were dining on snails with garlic butter last night. Now, back to business. We mustn't attract any attention in moving the patient. Hence my French car and its French chauffeur. We've brought a raincoat with us, for Nurse Magda to put over his uniform.'

'Can I see my patient now, please?' Marlene was very much the energetic nurse.

'Lance-Corporal Fink, take Nurse Magda to our prisoner. May I offer you an Armagnac meanwhile, colonel?'

'No thank you, there's no time. Hurry up, will you, nurse? The Luftwaffe won't keep that plane waiting for ever.'

The lance-corporal led Marlene to a bright, pleasant room. A thin man in a khaki shirt and braces rose from the edge of the bed, and reached for his uniform jacket. 'You must excuse me. I didn't expect visitors.'

'I'm Nurse Magda. Let me help you.' She helped him to fit his right arm into its sleeve, and draped the jacket over his left shoulder so that his arm in its plaster rested comfortably in the sling. 'We're going to get you out of here. Please trust us,' she said in a low voice. And now your raincoat.' She was about to put the raincoat round him when the door opened.

Here comes trouble, she thought.

The woman who entered the room was good-looking, around thirty. She wore a stylish, blue tailored suit and a starched nurse's cap. 'I see our patient has a visitor,' she said, smiling. 'I'm Nurse Edelgard. How do you do?'

'Nurse Magda,' Marlene introduced herself.

'Glad to meet you, nurse.' Edelgard offered her hand with natural friendliness. Are you new here?'

'We've come to collect the prisoner. He's being transferred to Schloss Sudmaringen.'

Armand came in. 'Colonel Klemens,' he introduced himself.

'How do you do, Colonel,' the Englishman replied formally, and winced. He was clearly in pain.

'Nurse Magda has painkillers in her bag. She'll see to your arm on the way,' Armand told him.

A fracture of the femur,' said Nurse Edelgard. It will soon heal. Let me make you a cup of tea before you go.' She opened the door of a cubby hole, where a gas boiler and kettle stood on a table — as well as a field telephone with a line leading out through the open window.

'Draughts won't do our patient any good.' Marlene closed the window.

Edelgard was filling the kettle at the sink. 'They say Siidmaringen is a very pretty place. How nice for you, lieutenant-colonel. Tea will be ready in a moment.' She was about to close the door of the cubby hole behind her.

Armand's right hook came quick as lightning. With a sigh, Nurse Edelgard collapsed on the floor. 'She was only going to make tea,' said Marlene reproachfully.

'She was going to raise the alarm.' Armand closed the door of the tiny room and pocketed the key. 'The femur is the thigh bone. Any real nurse would know that. The phone is connected to Gestapo HQ.'

'Was connected,' Marlene said, showing him the two ends of the telephone wire that she had broken as she closed the window. A temporary field connection like that isn't very stable, someone once told me.'

'Jolly good show,' said the Englishman appreciatively.

And now to get out inconspicuously.' Marlene put the raincoat round his shoulders and led him out of the room. Armand brought up the rear. On the stairs, the medical officer joined them and accompanied them to the car. All the best, lieutenant-colonel,' he said to Colby.

'Thank you, doctor.' The red Panhard started up. Colby turned to Armand. 'Now what?'

'You'll be back in London in a couple of days' time.'

They stopped in the middle of Neuilly park, behind some dense bushes. Bertrand put two fingers to his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Two bicycle taxis raced over the grass. Armand left his cap and uniform jacket in the car, Marlene added her nurse's cap to them. She helped the Englishman into one of the vehicles and squeezed in beside him. The rider stepped on the pedals. 'I like your Resistance. It's fun,' she called, in high spirits.

'Only as long as they don't catch us,' said Armand, quelling her exuberance.

No one's going to catch me, thought Marlene, eager to do something. She asked Yvonne, 'Where do you go shopping around here?'

At Printemps or the Galeries Lafayette. Or the Place Vendome if you have enough money.'

One of the bicycle taxis took her into the city. At the Credit Lyonnais they changed her forged Swiss francs into French francs without demur, giving her enough for a pretty dress and a coat of inimitable Parisian chic to go with it, as well as a pair of divine shoes with high heels and a matching handbag in the Place Vendome, as well as silk underwear and stockings from Madame Schiaparelli's boutique in the Ritz Hotel.