him.
Now Carla had to retrieve it.
Heart thudding, she stepped into the room.
Maud murmured: ‘Oh, yes, keep doing that, my sweet boy.’
Joachim groaned: ‘I love you, my darling.’
Carla took two paces forward, picked up the canvas bag, turned around, and stepped silently out of the room.
The bag was light.
She walked quickly across the drawing room and ran down the stairs, breathing hard.
In the kitchen she put the bag on the table and unbuckled its straps. Inside were today’s edition of the Berlin newspaper
The first page was headed:
DIRECTIVE NO. 41
On the last page was a dotted line for a signature. Nothing was penned there, no doubt because this was a copy, but the name typed beside the line was Adolf Hitler.
In between was the plan for Case Blue.
Exultation rose in her heart, mingled with the tension she already felt and the terrible dread of discovery.
She put the document on the low cupboard next to the kitchen window. She jerked open the drawer and took out the Minox camera and the two spare films. She positioned the document carefully, then began to photograph it page by page.
It did not take long. There were just ten pages. She did not even have to reload film. She was done. She had stolen the battle plan.
She put the camera back in the drawer, closed the drawer, slipped the document into the cardboard folder, put the folder back in the canvas bag, and closed the bag, fastening the straps.
Moving as quietly as she could, she carried the bag back upstairs.
As she crept into the drawing room she heard her mother’s voice. Maud was speaking clearly and emphatically, as if she wanted to be overheard, and Carla immediately sensed a warning. ‘Please don’t worry,’ she was saying. ‘It’s because you were so excited. We were both excited.’
Joachim’s voice came in reply, low and embarrassed. ‘I feel a fool,’ he said. ‘You only touched me, and it was all over.’
Carla could guess what had happened. She had no experience of it, but girls talked, and nurses’ conversations were brutally detailed. Joachim must have ejaculated prematurely. Frieda had told her that Heinrich had done the same, several times, when they were first together, and had been mortified with embarrassment, though he had soon got over it. It was a sign of nervousness, she said.
The fact that Maud and Joachim’s embraces were over so early created a difficulty for Carla. Joachim would be more alert now, no longer blind and deaf to everything going on around him.
All the same, Maud must be doing her best to keep his back to the doorway. If Carla could just slip in for a second and replace the bag on the chair without being seen by Joachim, they could still get away with it.
Heart pounding, Carla crossed the drawing room and paused at the open door.
Maud said reassuringly: ‘It happens often – the body becomes impatient. It’s nothing.’
Carla put her head around the door.
The two of them were still standing in the same place, still close together. Maud looked past Joachim and saw Carla. She put her hand on Joachim’s cheek, keeping his gaze away from Carla, and said: ‘Kiss me again, and tell me you don’t hate me for this little accident.’
Carla stepped inside.
Joachim said: ‘I need a cigarette.’
As he turned around, Carla stepped back outside.
She waited by the door. Did he have cigarettes in his pocket, or would he look for the new pack in his bag?
The answer came a second later. ‘Where’s my bag?’ he said.
Carla’s heart stopped.
Maud’s voice came clearly. ‘You left it in the drawing room.’
‘No, I didn’t.’
Carla crossed the room, dropped the bag on a chair, and stepped outside. Then she paused on the landing, listening.
She heard them move from the study to the drawing room.
