ATTENTION OF AMBASSADOR AND FIRST
SECRETARY ONLY
SURVEILLANCE REPORT VON WACHTSTEIN,
MAJOR FREIHERR HANS-PETER
PERIOD 1735 28 APRIL 1943 TO 0630 29
APRIL 1943
28 APRIL
1700 SURVEILLANCE COMMENCED
1735 OFFICER LEFT THE EMBASSY IN
PERSONAL AUTO
1758 OFFICER ARRIVED AT HIS APART MENT
1805 OFFICER TELEPHONED 78342 AND
SPOKE WITH SENORITA ALICIA CARZINO CORMANO, ARRANGING RENDEZVOUS WITH
CARZINO-CORMANO AT RESTAURANT MUN CHEN RECOLETA FOR 1930
1915 OFFICER TOOK TAXICAB TO RESTAU RANT MUNCHEN
1932 OFFICER ARRIVED RESTAURANT MUN CHEN, MET CARZINO-CORMANO
2115 OFFICER DEPARTED RESTAURANT
MUNCHEN WITH CARZINO-CORMANO IN TAXI CAB
2148 OFFICER ARRIVED HIS APARTMENT
WITH CARZINO-CORMANO
2215 ALL VISIBLE LIGHTS IN APARTMENT
EXTINGUISHED.
29 APRIL
0353 LIGHT, MASTER BEDROOM ILLUMI NATED
0430 OTHER APARTMENT LIGHTS ILLUMI NATED
0442 OFFICER APPEARED WITH CARZINO CORMANO IN APARTMENT LOBBY AND
PLACED CARZINO-CORMANO IN TAXICAB
0600 SURVEILLANCE TERMINATED
SUMMARY:
DURING THE SURVEILLANCE PERIOD,
OFFICER MET WITH ONE (1) PERSON,
CARZINO-CORMANO AND MADE ONE (1)
TELEPHONE CALL, TO CARZINO-CORMANO.
HEIL HITLER!
SCHNEIDER, UNTERSTURMFUHRER, SS-SD
"I've been invited to the Carzino-Cormano estancia for the weekend. I'm sure he'll be there."
"Well, as we have had no word from Berlin, I think you should accept the invitation. Don't go out there before I give you what I have."
"No, Sir."
"That will be all, Peter, thank you."
"Yes, Sir."
Peter made it as far as opening the door when von
Lutzenberger called out to him, loud enough for Fraulein
Hassell to hear.
He turned.
"I expect you to be in the Embassy during normal duty hours, von Wachtstein. If traffic is a problem, then leave your apartment earlier."
"Jawohl, Excellency!"
[FOUR]
El Club De Belgrano
Barrancas Del Belgrano, Buenos Aires
1315 30 April 1943
The dark blue 1939 Dodge four-door sedan turned left off
Avenida Libertador onto Calle Jose Fernandez and drove up its steep-for Buenos Aires-incline to the first corner.
There the driver tried, and failed, to make a very sharp left turn into the drive of the Belgrano Club. He had to back up twice before he was lined up in the drive and the porter could open the gate.
If he had turned a block earlier and come down
Arribenos, the passenger in the rear seat of the car thought, he could have done this a lot easier.
The Belgrano Club occupied most of a block in Barrancas del Belgrano, an upper-class district of Buenos Aires-a dis trict that looked, its Deutsche-Argentinishe residents often commented, much like the Zehlendorf district of Berlin. Its tree-shaded streets were lined with large villas, and here and there a luxurious apartment building.
Once inside the compound, the driver (following the directions of his passenger) drove past the buildings housing the swimming pool and the restaurant, and finally stopped by the door to the men's dressing room, near the tennis courts.
The driver jumped from behind the wheel, came to attention by the rear door, and pulled it open.
A tall, fair-haired, light-skinned man in his middle thirties, wearing a well-cut gray business suit and a snap-brim felt hat, stepped out and looked at the driver, then at his watch.