'You could have been followed. We had better leave at once – if it is not too late already…'
'Bora…' She placed her hands on his shoulders and stared at the Serb. 'You think I am an amateur? Of course I was not followed. I took all the usual precautions, although they were unnecessary. Now,
Sit down and listen! '
She turned to Lindsay and produced a large envelope which she held under his nose. He took the envelope, extracted the documents and read them. Each carried at the head the German eagle clutching the swastika between its claws. All of them carried the signature of Egon Jaeger, Colonel, SS.
'My God, these are transit papers to Vienna. Why Vienna?'
'Now, you listen! I obtained these for myself, and my servants travelling with me, from this Colonel
Jaeger…'
'How did you manage that?' asked Lindsay.
'Not by going to bed with him – which I can see is what you're thinking. Would it have worried you had I done so?'
Lindsay did not reply at once: he was uncertain how to react and he was aware the greenish eyes were watching him with a hint of amusement. He bit his lip and avoided the subject.
'They are for travel by train…'
'Don't you see!' She punched him as though irked by his slow-wittedness. 'You very recently travelled by train from Salzburg to Munich. The route to Vienna is from Munich via Salzburg. At the station I noticed they are not watching the Vienna express. The Nazis will never dream you would dare to go back the same way you came in…'
'One of these documents is for a Franz Weber, chauffeur…'
`You will be Weber. I want you to try on the uniform Bora wore when we snatched you from in front of the Frauenkirche. I'm sure it will fit – you are about his height and build. You speak excellent German.' Paco went on, her tone confident. 'You can drive? You drive the car to the station.'
'Yes. What will I be driving?' Lindsay asked.
'The Mercedes, of course. There is nothing else and a baroness is expected to travel in style. Munich is full of green Mercedes staff cars – and I'm certain no one recorded the registration in the panic we created…'
'What about Bora and Milic?'
'They come with us in the back of the car. Bora is my steward. Milic we must drop off in a quiet street near the station. He will make his own way…'
'And you are?'
'The Baroness Werther, of course! Sitting alongside you in the car so I can guide you to the station…'
'Supposing they decide to check up on this fictitious baroness?'
'But she exists! I met her at my finishing school in Switzerland before the war. Any more questions?'
'Supposing someone thinks of checking your description?'
'That would be just too bad. Look Lindsay, we use these transit documents to clear out fast. No one knows where we've gone…'
'Where are we going after Vienna?'
'Let's take it one stage at a time..'
For the second time Paco showed caution in the amount of information she was prepared to give Lindsay. For the first time he rebelled.
'I don't like it. I'm supposed to pass vital information I have to my people urgently..
'You don't like it!' Bora reared up, his face ugly. 'To us you are a dangerous burden. You have no experience of operating underground – and we're supposed to risk our lives babying you along..
'Shut up!' Paco told him. She grasped Lindsay by the arm, guiding him to a corner of the basement where she sat on a crate and pulled him down beside her. She lowered her voice.
'The people I represent have a bargain with the British – so many guns, so much ammunition in return for smuggling English agents out of Germany. Please cooperate – Bora is right, but he's unpredictable. The Swiss route is suicide. It has to be Vienna – and on from there…'
'OK. But when do we move – or is that classified too…?'
'Lindsay…' She placed a hand on his arm. 'Don't go bitter on me. We catch the 8 pm train from Munich which arrives in Vienna at 11 pm. It's an express…'
'Thank God. Let's get on with it. I've only been inside this cellar for a few hours but the walls are closing in on me…'
'Now you are thinking like Bora – and that is good.' She paused. 'If we run into an emergency and have to separate, go with Milic. He will never abandon you. He likes you…'
'But Bora might abandon me?'
'Let's not think about negative things…'
Which meant, Lindsay realized, that without admitting it, Paco did agree with him on the greatest danger – that someone would check her description before they were clear of the Third Reich.
It was 4 pm when Paco arrived back at the basement and began her conversation with Lindsay.
It was 4 pm when the despatch rider delivered the message to Schmidt at Munich station. He read the typed words and folded the sheet, hiding it in his pocket as Jaeger left the troops he had been joking with and approached him.
Baroness Werther, niece of General Speidel, is heiress to a large steel fortune. Her father is close friend of Reichsmarschall Goering. Brandt. Schmidt felt relieved at the contents of the message but at the back of his mind he felt he had overlooked something. He concentrated on greeting Jaeger who looked like a man who had enjoyed a most satisfying lunch. He clapped a hand on Schmidt's shoulder.
'Everything in order, Schmidt? Good. You really must work hard for your next promotion. The perks available to a high-ranking officer are unbelievable…'
He winked and exuded satisfaction and good humour as he glanced round the concourse. Schmidt probed delicately.
'Your companion was… interesting, I trust?'
' Interesting! ' Jaeger lowered his voice. 'I will tell you, my friend, there is something about that woman which gets into your bloodstream. I am over the moon…'
'You will be meeting again?'
'But of course! Within a week at the outside. They all play hard to get at first – those really worth getting!'
'She lives in Munich?'
'I really don't know…' Jaeger watched two of his men bullying an old woman officiously. 'You! Over there! She is old enough to be your mother – your grandmother. Have a little patience while she finds her papers. The labour battalions require more recruits.. He turned to Schmidt. 'Now, you were saying?'
'I was just asking where the Baroness lives…'
'We didn't get round to that.' A roguish gleam came into the Colonel's blue eyes. 'We had other topics which absorbed all our attention. She has promised to ring me at the barracks within a week – I gave her my private number…'
Jaeger stood with his hands on his hips and began humming Lili Marlene to himself. He's got it badly, Schmidt thought. Seldom had he seen his chief in such a mood of euphoria. The girl must have hypnotized him.
'Schmidt,' the Colonel said suddenly, 'have you had any lunch? I thought not. Push off. I'll keep an eye on things here…'
His deputy walked away and got behind the wheel of his car. He drove slowly back to the barracks, half his mind elsewhere. The Colonel was also dreaming. Lisa, the Baroness, had told him she was visiting her uncle in Vienna but only expected to be there two or three days.
'Really it is a duty visit, she had remarked. 'I shall be back here as soon as I become bored – which will be very quickly.'
He remembered the expression in her eyes over the rim of her wine-glass. The transit papers he had been glad to provide to avoid her being subjected to any annoying interrogation. And the scene he had just witnessed of two oafs pestering some poor old woman made him even happier he had supplied the documents.
Schmidt, driving on automatic pilot, recalled the wording of the message from Gestapo headquarters in the
