Carefully removing his glasses which had been looped round his neck, he shoved them into his pocket. Without taking his eyes off the staff car, he felt for the plunger handle; grasped it with both gloved hands. A stunted tree by the roadside showed where the huge mine had been buried overnight. They had even re-surfaced the road, covering the new section by smearing dust over it. A cable led from the mine up the hill-slope to the detonating mechanism. The armoured car had ruled out the use of an impact mine.
The staff car reached the stunted tree. Moshe rammed down the plunger with all his strength. The road erupted.
The framework of the staff car was shattered. They heard the tremendous roar of the mine detonating down at Lydda Airport. Appalled, Corporal Wilson jerked his head. round. He took a split-second look, lowered his head and pulled down the lid.
Relics of the car were hurled into the sunlit air, showered on the closed lid of the armoured car like shrapnel. Later a twisted, burned-out remnant of the staff car's chassis was found in a nearby field. The diameter of the huge crater torn in the road was nine feet across. There were no survivors.
Once the shrapnel-like clatter ceased Wilson whipped back the lid and gazed backwards. The staff car had vanished, disintegrated in the terrible explosion. There are no graves for Lindsay, Paco, Major Len Reader, Major Gustav Hartmann or Sergeant Mulligan. They never found enough of the bodies to make burial worthwhile. A quiet memorial service was later held inside the privacy of the police barracks.
Arriving half an hour later in the jeep, Whelby was driven off the road to avoid the cratered zone. Ambulance men gazed helplessly at the carnage. Whelby spoke briefly to Wilson who was still in a state of shock.
'Obviously another Jewish outrage. The fortunes of war. Tell the press when they get here. I've got a plane waiting for me at Lydda, so I'll push off…'
At the airfield Jock Carson, who had gone ahead to check the plane, was waiting for him. Whelby shook his head and boarded the Dakota without a word. Carson, who would have given anything to drive back to the scene of the disaster, followed him. He had just received an urgent signal from Grey Pillars ordering him to return to Egypt at the earliest possible moment. Within minutes the machine was airborne for Cairo.
After hearing the news over the radio the following morning, a brief reference to a military staff car being blown to pieces on the road to Lydda, Aaron Stein called the number at Grey Pillars given to him by Lindsay. He asked to speak to Lieutenant Jock Carson of Section
3.
'There is no one here of that name,' the operator informed him. 'Who is calling.
'But there must be,' Stein insisted. 'Lieutenant Jock…'
'I said we have no one here of that name. Who is calling…'
Stein, frightened by this strange development, put down the 'phone and looked at his brother, then glanced towards the wall-safe.
'What are we going to do with the envelope? Carson doesn't exist…'
'Leave it there and mind our own business. These are troubled days,' answered David.
They had no way of knowing that as soon as he reached GHQ the previous day Carson had found waiting for him an urgent, immediate posting to Burma. When Stein called, he was already aboard a plane halfway to India. Army Records show a Colonel Carson of Military Intelligence was later killed in Burma.
Part Four
Woodpecker: Der Specht
Chapter Forty-Four
Christ-Rose.
Watch on the Rhine.
These were the first two code-names which Hitler chose for the secret offensive to be launched against the Western Allies through the defiles and forests of the Ardennes.
But this was not May 1940 when the massive Ardennes breakthrough at Sedan across the Meuse had heralded the defeat of the BEF and the destruction of the great French Army – all based on a plan the Rihrer of those days had worked on and approved himself.
Autumn Fog.
This was the final code-name chosen for the new Ardennes operation by the German Army. And the date was 11 December 1944. The Allies had landed in Western Europe on 6 June and were now close to the Rhine. In the East the Red Army was sweeping ever westward across the Balkans and central Europe. And always the advances had been made with prior knowledge of just where the opposing German troops were, on information supplied by Woodpecker and transmitted via Lucy in Lucerne to Stalin.
'Autumn Fog is crazy,' Jodl confided to Keitel in the dining-car as the Fuhrer's train, Amerika, approached Hitler's temporary headquarters in the West.
'Possibly, but why?' enquired the stiff-necked Keitel.
'I remember his exact words in April 1940 when he rejected the idea of reviving the First World War strategy. He said, 'This is just the old Schlieffen Plan – you won't get away with that twice running…” Now he's committing the same error himself. Autumn Fog is a repeat performance of his brilliant strategic plan when we were here in 1940..
'Maybe you'd like to voice your objections to this chap,' suggested Keitel as Martin Bormann entered the coach.
The Reichsleiter, self-confident as always, despite his dwarf-like stature, strutted through the coach, his eyes flickering over every passenger in the dining-car as though he might still detect the traitor Hitler was always convinced was buried among those closest to him.
His eyes met Jodl's, who stared back at him ironically until he had passed their table. The Chief of Staff picked up the conversation where he had left off.
'I find the whole business very strange – as though the Fuhrer of 1940 was a different man from the Fuhrer of 1944…'
'He is ill. He was subjected to the bomb explosion at the Wolf's Lair…'
Keitel stopped speaking and began eating some more bread. It was a trait Jodl had noticed often in Keitel – he issued broad statements but if you listened carefully he never really said anything, anything that could be quoted against him.
'We're even going to the same headquarters – Felsennest – as Hitler used in 1940,' Jodl continued. 'The Eagle's Eyrie. I find that an unsettling omen for Autumn Fog…'
' Gentlemen! ' It was. Bormann calling out from the end of the coach. 'Conference in the Fuhrer's quarters. At once, if you please. Breakfast will wait.'
'Breakfast will get cold,' Keitel muttered.
Autumn Fog dissipated. Literally. While fog shrouded the forests of the Ardennes the Panzer divisions advanced, breaking through towards the vital bridges over the river Meuse, as they had in May 1940.
Then the weather changed. The skies cleared and the overwhelming might of the Allied air forces pounded the Panzers, forcing both the German Panthers and Tigers to retreat. Hitler seemed to have lost his military flair.
Hitler arrived at Felsennest on 11 December 1944. He left the place for Berlin on 15 January 1945 with his entourage – including the inevitable trio; Bormann, Jodl and Keitel. He was never to leave Berlin alive.
30 April 1945. Berlin was in flames. Smoke and falling ashes mingled with the red glare of the inferno. The Red Army was advancing into the centre of the city, was very near the underground bunker where Hitler and Eva Braun had committed suicide.
Their bodies, carried up into the courtyard outside the bunker, had been liberally soused with petrol and set
