continued: “The anaconda was cleanly sliced into three sections with a large weapon-most probably a sabre. The perpetrator entered the snake-pit and made his exit without leaving a single mark in the soil. Madam Borek and two of her girls were also killed with a sabre… and even though the brothel had been flooded with blood, the perpetrator escaped without leaving a single footprint on the floorboards. It was clearly the same man.”
Rheinhardt examined the remnants of sponge on his plate. “Mozart torte? Is this your idea of a joke, Max?”
“It seemed appropriate but I discovered that I wasn't very hungry.”
Rheinhardt took another mouthful and for the first time exhibited his usual appreciative response.
“Very good-are you sure that you don't want some?” Liebermann shook his head. The inspector sampled a pistachio square and continued speaking. “Now that you have discovered his method, Max, what does this tell us about him? Is he a devotee of Mozart, do you think? A fanatical student of his operas?”
“Oskar, no one who appreciates Mozart could possibly commit such atrocities.” The young doctor straightened his back. “Mozart is an entirely civilizing influence.”
“Yet the perpetrator is certainly very familiar with Mozart.”
“Yes, but I find it difficult to believe that an individual truly fond of Mozart's singspiel could divine within its plot and characters a program for murder. Indeed, I suspect that the very opposite is true. The perpetrator is no friend of Mozart and very probably despises The Magic Flute.”
Rheinhardt scraped some chocolate curlicues from the outer circle of his plate. “Yet I can't think of a less offensive opera.”
“It is, without doubt, a work of incomparable charm. But in the perpetrator's mind The Magic Flute has become shadowed by the darkest of emotions: hate, fear, envy.” Liebermann pressed his hands together. “It would not surprise me to discover that something very bad happened to him in early childhood-perhaps while listening to Mozart's music.”
“But would such an experience-however unpleasant-have predetermined that this unfortunate child should in due course become a monster?”
“No, not at all. Professor Freud insists that psychopathology arises when the mental apparatus draws power from a primal source, or origin. I would suppose that The Magic Flute acquired terrible significance during the perpetrator's infancy; however, it has since become a means of organizing and directing his current violent impulses. To understand them we would have to have knowledge of his history-and the contents of his unconscious.”
A waiter passed the table and discreetly removed Rheinhardt's empty plate.
“There's a legend, isn't there?” said Rheinhardt. “Connected with an Italian composer accused of murdering Mozart. What was his name?”
“Salieri,” Liebermann replied. “Although some say that Mozart was murdered by his Masonic brothers for revealing their secrets in The Magic Flute.”
“A suitable sobriquet for our perpetrator-don't you think? Salieri?”
“Salieri.” Liebermann savored the exotic combination of vowels and consonants. “Yes, very apposite.”
“Salieri it is, then!” said Rheinhardt.
As if in response, the inebriated woman clapped her hands together and squealed with pleasure. One of her companions had handed her a small box. She opened it up and removed a piece of cheap jewelry.
“There are two further questions that must be raised concerning The Magic Flute,” said Liebermann. “First, can we learn anything more of Salieri's objectives by making a study of the opera? And second, to what extent does the opera cast new light on evidence already in our possession?”
Rheinhardt tugged at his lower lip.
“I am no expert on Mozart operas, but The Magic Flute must surely be counted the least coherent.”
“That is because nothing in The Magic Flute is what it appears to be. It is full of arcane Masonic symbols.” Liebermann suddenly remembered that he was still carrying the Court Opera program. He pulled it out of his pocket and flicked through the pages until he found some biographical notes on the composer. “Here we are… Mozart… initiated into the degree of apprentice in the Loge zur Wohltatigkeit on 14 December 1784… and in 1785 initiated into the degree of fellow and that of master one month later… libretto by Schikaneder-who has been described as a Lodge brother…” Liebermann flicked over the page. “Baron Ignaz von Born… Grand Secretary of the Vienna Loge zur wahren Eintracht… The outline of the opera was discussed at the bedside of Born, a master of Masonic symbolism and an authority venerated by all Viennese Masons.”
“Does it say anything about what these symbols are supposed to represent?”
“No. For that you will probably have to consult a Freemason.”
“I very much doubt whether they will agree to help.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Relations between the security office and the Freemasons are not good.” Liebermann tilted his head questioningly. “Oh, it's all very complicated.” Rheinhardt fussed with his napkin.
“Go on.”
“The Freemasons have not been allowed to perform their rituals in Austria for more than thirty years. The law permits them to meet under the aegis of friendly societies-but nothing more.”
“Freemasonry is illegal?”
“Well, not exactly. Many years ago it was decided that something should be done about the proliferation of subversive societies. People were more worried about dissent in those days, which is understandable: the revolution of 1848 was still a recent memory. So the Law on Associations was passed. This established state control of all associations.”
“What does that mean?”
“Very simply, if you wish to form a society-philosophical, artistic, political, or otherwise-you must apply for a license that is granted at the discretion of a specially appointed commissioner. Now, the outcome of this process was-for the Freemasons-quite unsatisfactory. It is not illegal to be a Freemason. Nor is it illegal for Freemasons to meet. However, it is illegal for Freemasons to gather for the purpose of conducting a ‘secret’ ritual. So the security office has been obliged to monitor the Freemasons quite closely, which has been the cause of considerable bad feeling. If we are to discover more about the symbolism of The Magic Flute, then I suspect this will be best achieved by long hours spent poring over books in a library. Fortunately, I have Haussmann at my disposal.”
“I wonder whether…” Liebermann's voice trailed off as his brow furrowed with concentration.
“You wonder what?”
Liebermann looked at Rheinhardt. “I wonder if the swastika features in their arcana.”
“Very possibly. I believe that the Masons make use of many ancient emblems. Alchemical signs, the all- seeing eye, the sevenfold flame…” Rheinhardt stopped listing enigmatic symbols. “Max?”
The young doctor had already detected the expression of deep concern on the inspector's face.
“Yes, Oskar. Salieri has murdered the Queen of the Night, her three ladies, Papageno, and Monostatos. But the cast of The Magic Flute contains so many more characters: Tamino, Pamina, Sarastro.”
“And children! Isn't there some sort of chorus-composed of three boys?”
“Yes,” said Liebermann, turning the page of the program and staring ruefully at the long list of singers. “If he means to eliminate all of them, his work has hardly begun.”
46
IT WAS LATE IN THE afternoon. The gas lamps had been lit, and most of the exhibition halls in the Natural History Museum were deserted.
Earlier in the day Liebermann had written a note to Clara and her family, apologizing for his rude and precipitate departure the previous evening. He had requested their forgiveness and promised a full explanation. In truth, however, he was still unsure what he was going to say.
Clara had sent a prompt reply to the hospital, coolly informing her fiance that the Weiss family would be expecting him for dinner at half past seven. The communication did not end with her customary list of gushing endearments. Liebermann folded the note into quarters, slipped it into his top pocket, and spent the rest of the
