'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'You've got a short memory. He was blackmailing your mother with these letters which he stole from your lover, who also happened to be his employer. He thought she'd be better for the money, I guess. Well, to cut a long story short, your mother hired a private investigator to find out who was squeezing her. That person was me. This was before I went back to being a bull at the Alex. She's a shrewd lady, your mother, Reinhard. Pity you didn't inherit some of that from her. Anyway, she thought it possible that you and whoever was blackmailing her might be sexually involved. And so when I found out the name, she wanted you to decide what to do next. Of course she wasn't to know that you'd already acquired a private investigator in the ugly shape of Rolf Vogelmann. Or at least, Otto Rahn had, using money you provided. Coincidentally, when Rahn was looking around for a business to buy into, he even wrote to me. We never had the pleasure of discussing his proposition, so it took me quite a while to remember his name.
Anyway, that's just by the by.
'When your mother told you that Hering was blackmailing her, naturally you discussed the matter with Dr Kindermann, and he recommended dealing with the matter yourselves. You and Otto Rahn. After all, what's one more wet-job when you've done so many?'
'I never killed anyone, I told you that.'
'But you went along with killing Hering, didn't you? I expect you drove the car.
Probably you even helped Kindermann string up Hering's dead body and made it look like suicide.'
'No, it's not true.'
'Wearing their S S uniforms, were they?'
He frowned and shook his head. 'How could you know that?'
'I found an S S cap badge sticking in the flesh of Hering's palm. I'll bet he put up quite a struggle. Tell me, did the man in the car put up much of a fight?
The man wearing the eyepatch. The one watching Hering's apartment. He had to be killed too, didn't he? Just in case he identified you.'
'No '
'All nice and neat. Kill him, and make it look like Hering did it, and then get Hering to hang himself in a fit of remorse. Not forgetting to take away the letters of course. Who killed the man in the car? Was that your idea?'
'No, I didn't want to be there.'
I grabbed him by the lapels, picked him off his chair and started to slap him.
'Come on, I've had just about enough of your whining. Tell me who killed him or I'll have you shot within the hour.'
'Lanz did it. With Rahn. Otto held his arms while Kindermann he stabbed him.
It was horrible. Horrible.'
I let him back down on the chair. He collapsed forward on to the table and started to sob into his forearm.
'You know, Reinhard, you're in a pretty tight spot,' I said, lighting a cigarette. 'Being there makes you an accomplice to murder. And then there's you knowing about the murders of all these girls.'
'I told you,' he sniffed miserably, 'they would have killed me. I never went along with it, but I was afraid not to.'
'That doesn't explain how you got into this in the first place.' I picked up Lange's statement and glanced over it.
'Don't think I haven't asked myself the same question.'
'And did you come up with any answers?'
'A man I admired. A man I believed in. He convinced me that what we were doing was for the good of Germany. That it was our duty. It was Kindermann who persuaded me.'
'They're not going to like that in court, Reinhard. Kindermann doesn't play a very convincing Eve to your Adam.'
'But it's true, I tell you.'
'That may be so, but we're fresh out of fig-leaves. You want a defence, you better think of something to improve on that. That's good legal advice, you can depend on it. And let me tell you something, you're going to need all the good advice you can get. Because the way I see it, you're the only one who's likely to need a lawyer.'
'What do you mean?'
'I'll be straight with you, Reinhard. I've got enough in this statement of yours to send you straight to the block. But the rest of them, I don't know. They're all S S, acquainted with the ReichsFnhrer. Weisthor's a personal friend of Himmler's, and, well, I worry, Reinhard. I worry that you'll be the scapegoat.
That all of them will get away with it in order to avoid a scandal. Of course, they'll probably have to resign from the S S, but nothing more than that. You'll be the one who loses his head.'
'No, it can't be true.'
I nodded.
'Now if there was just something else besides your statement. Something that could let you off the hook on the murder charge. Of course, you'd have to take your chances on the Para 175. But you might get away with five years in a K Z, instead of an outright death sentence. You'd still have a chance.' I paused. 'So how about it, Reinhard?'
'All right,' he said after a minute, 'there is something.'
'Talk to me.'
He started hesitantly, not quite sure whether or not he was right to trust me. I wasn't sure myself.
'Lanz is Austrian, from Salzburg.'
'That much I guessed.'
'He read medicine in Vienna. When he graduated he specialized in nervous diseases and took up a post at the Salzburg Mental Asylum. Which was where he met Weisthor. Or Wiligut, as he called himself in those days.'
'Was he a doctor too?'
'God, no. He was a patient. By profession a soldier in the Austrian army. But he is also the last in a long line of German wise men which dates back to prehistoric times. Weisthor possesses ancestral clairvoyant memory which enables him to describe the lives and religious practices of the early German pagans.'
'How very useful.'
'Pagans who worshipped the Germanic god Krist, a religion which was later stolen by the Jews as the new gospel of Jesus.'
'Did they report this theft?' I lit another cigarette.
'You wanted to know,' said Lange.
'No, no. Please go on. I'm listening.'
'Weisthor studied runes, of which the swastika is one of the basic forms. In fact, crystal shapes such as the pyramid are all rune types, solar symbols.
That's where the word crystal comes from,'
'You don't say.'
'Well, in the early 1920's Weisthor began to exhibit signs of paranoid schizophrenia, believing that he was being victimized by Catholics, Jews and Freemasons. This followed the death of his son, which meant that the line of the Wiligut wise men was broken. He blamed his wife and as time went by, became increasingly violent. Finally he tried to strangle her and was later certified insane. On several occasions during his confinement he tried to murder other inmates. But gradually, under the influence of drug treatment, his mind was brought under control.'
'And Kindermann was his doctor?'
'Yes, until Weisthor's discharge in 1932.'
'I don't get it. Kindermann knew Weisthor was a spinner and let him out?'
'Lanz's approach to psychotherapy is anti-Freudian, and he saw in Jung's work material for the history and culture of a race. His field of research has been to investigate the human unconscious mind for spiritual strata that might make possible a reconstruction of the pre-history of cultures. That's how he came to work with Weisthor. Lanz saw in him the key to his own branch of Jungian psychotherapy, which will, he hopes, enable him to set up,
