would get wind of this.' He heaves an exhausted sigh. 'How am I going to patch this up?'
When Goring says this, Rudy knows for the first time since the knock on his door that he is not going to die today. Goring has something else in mind.
But first his victims need to be properly terrified. 'Do you know what could happen to you? Hmm? Do you?'
Neither Rudy nor Angelo answers. It is not the sort of question that really needs answering.
Goring answers it for them by reaching out with his riding crop and lifting up the curtain. Harsh blue light, reflected from snow, peals into the coach. Goring shuts his eyes and looks the other way.
They are in the middle of an open area, surrounded by tall barbed-wire fences, filled with long rows of dark barracks. In the center, a tall stack pours smoke into a white sky. SS troops in greatcoats and jackboots pace around, blowing into their hands. Just a few yards away from them, on an adjacent railway siding, a gang of wretches in striped clothing are at work in, and around, a boxcar, unloading pale cargo. A large number of naked human bodies have become all frozen together in a solid, tangled mass inside the boxcar, and the prisoners are at work with axes, bucksaws, and prybars, dismantling them and throwing the parts onto the ground. Because they are frozen solid, there is no blood, and so the entire operation is startlingly clean. The double-glazed windows of Goring's coach block sound so effectively that the impact of a big fire ax on a frozen abdomen comes through as a nearly imperceptible thud.
One of the prisoners turns towards them, carrying a thigh toward a wheelbarrow, and risks a direct look at the Reichsmarschall's train. This prisoner has a pink triangle sewn to the breast of his uniform. The prisoner's eyes are trying to probe through the window, past the curtain, trying to make a human connection with someone on the inside of the coach. Rudy stiffens in panic for a moment, thinking that the prisoner sees him. Then Goring withdraws the riding crop and the curtain falls. A few moments later, the train begins to move again.
Rudy looks at his lover. Angelo is sitting frozen, just like one of those corpses, with his hands over his face.
Goring flicks his crop dismissively. 'Get out,' he says.
'What?' ask Rudy and Angelo simultaneously.
Goring laughs heartily. 'No, no! I don't mean get out of the train! I mean, Angelo, get out of this coach. I want to talk to Herr Doktor Professor von Hacklheber in private. You may wait in the parlor car.'
Angelo leaves eagerly. Goring waves his crop at a couple of hovering aides, and they leave too. Goring and Rudy are alone together.
'I am sorry to show you these unpleasant things,' Goring says. 'I simply wanted to impress upon you the importance of keeping secrets.'
'I can assure the Reichsmarschall that-'
Goring shushes him with a wave of the crop. 'Don't be tedious. I know that you have sworn any number of great oaths, and been through all of the indoctrination concerning secrecy. I have no doubt of your sincerity. But it is all just words, and not good enough for the work that I wish you to begin doing for me. To work for me, you must see the thing I have shown you, so that you can really understand the stakes.'
Rudy looks at the floor, takes a deep breath, and forces out the words:
'It would be a great honor to work for you, Reichsmarschall. But since you have access to so many of the great museums and libraries of Europe, there is only one small favor I, as a scholar, might humbly request of you.'
Back in the church basement in Norrsbruck, Sweden, Rudy yells, and drops a cigarette on the floor, having allowed it to burn down to his fingers, like a slow fuse, while relating this story. He puts his hand to his mouth, sucks on the finger briefly, then remembers his manners and composes himself. 'Goring knew a surprising amount about cryptology, and was aware of my work on the Enigma. He didn't trust the machine. He told me that he wanted me to come up with the very best cryptosystem in the world, one that could never be broken-he wanted to communicate (he said) with U-boats at sea and with installations in Manila and Tokyo. And so, I came up with such a system.'
'And you handed it over,' Bischoff says.
'Yes,' Rudy says, and here, for the first time all day, he allows himself a slight smile. 'And it is a reasonably good system, despite the fact that I crippled it before giving it to Goring.'
'Crippled it?' Root asks. 'What do you mean?'
'Imagine a new engine for an aeroplane. Imagine it has sixteen cylinders. It is more powerful than any other engine in the world. Even so, a mechanic can do certain things-very simple things-to kill its performance. Such as pulling out half of the spark plug wires. Or tampering with the timing. This is an analogy to what I did with Goring's cryptosystem.'
'So what went wrong?' Shaftoe asks. 'They figured out that you had crippled it?'
Rudolf von Hacklheber laughs. 'Not very likely. Maybe half a dozen people in the world could figure that out. No, what went wrong was that you fellows, you Allies, landed in Sicily, and then in Italy, and not long afterwards, Mussolini was overthrown, the Italians withdrew from the Axis, and Angelo, like all of the other hundreds of thousands of Italian nationals living and working in the Reich, fell under suspicion. His services were badly needed as a test pilot, but his situation was tenuous. He volunteered for the most dangerous work of all-flying the new Messerschmidt prototype, with the turbine-jet engine. This proved his loyalty in the eyes of some.
'Remember that, at the same time, I was decrypting the message traffic of Detachment 2702. I kept these results to myself, as I no longer felt any particular loyalty to the Third Reich. There had been a great burst of activity around the middle of April, and then no messages for a while-as if the detachment had ceased to exist. At exactly the same time, Goring's people were very active for a few days-they were afraid that Bischoff was going to broadcast the secret of U-553.'
'So you know about that?' Bischoff asks.
'Naturlich. U-553 was Goring's treasure ship. Its existence was supposed to be a secret. When you, Sergeant Shaftoe, turned up on board Bischoff's U-boat, talking about this thing, Goring was very concerned for a few days. But then everything settled down, and there was no Detachment 2702 traffic through the late spring and early summer. Mussolini was overthrown in late June. Then the troubles began for me and Angelo. The Wehrmacht was defeated by the Russians at Kursk-absolute proof, for those who needed it, that the Eastern Front is lost. Since then Goring has redoubled his efforts to get his gold, jewels, and art out of the country.' Rudy looks at Bischoff. 'I am frankly surprised that he has not tried to recruit you.'
'Donitz has,' Bischoff admits.
Rudy nods; it all fits.
'During all of this,' Rudy continues, 'I received only one message intercept in the Detachment 2702 code. It took my machinery several weeks to break it. It was a message from Enoch Root, stating that he and Sergeant Shaftoe were in Norrsbruck, Sweden, and requesting further instructions. I was aware that Kapitanleutnant Bischoff was also in the same town, and became interested. I decided that this would be a good place for me and Angelo to escape to.'
'Why!?' Shaftoe says. 'Of all the places-'
'Enoch and I had never met. But there are certain old family connections,' Rudy says, 'and certain shared interests.'
Bischoff mutters something in German.
'The connections make a very long story. I would have to write a whole fucking book,' Rudy says irritably.
Bischoff looks only slightly appeased, but Rudy goes on anyway. 'It took us several weeks to make preparations. I packed up the Leibniz Archiv-'
'Hold on-the what?'
'Certain materials I use in my research. They had been scattered among many libraries, all over Europe. Goring brought them all together for me-it makes men like him feel powerful, to do these little favors for their slaves. I departed from Berlin last week, on the pretext of going to Hannover, to do my Leibniz research. Instead I made my way to Sweden through channels that were quite involved-'
