End of Spies
Cover
Title Page
Characters
Principal characters:
Other characters:
Prologue
Lincoln, England, September 1945
Chapter 1
London and Dijon, France, November 1943
Chapter 2
Nazi-Occupied Netherlands, May 1944
Chapter 3
Germany, March 1945
Chapter 4
Germany, July 1945
Chapter 5
Munich, August 1945
Chapter 6
London, September 1945
Chapter 7
England, September 1945
Chapter 8
Paris, September 1945
Chapter 9
Paris, September 1945
Chapter 10
London and Berlin, September 1945
Chapter 11
Berlin, September 1945
Chapter 12
Frankfurt, Germany, October 1945
Chapter 13
Germany, October 1945
Chapter 14
London, October 1945
Chapter 15
Germany, October 1945
Chapter 16
London, October 1945
Chapter 17
Berlin, November 1945
Chapter 18
England, November 1945
Chapter 19
Austria, November 1945
Chapter 20
Berlin, December 1945
Chapter 21
England, December 1945
Chapter 22
Austria, December 1945
Chapter 23
Germany, December 1945
Chapter 24
Austria and Italy, December 1945
Chapter 25
England, December 1945
Chapter 26
Trieste, Austria, and Berlin, December 1945
Chapter 27
Berlin and Austria, December 1945
Chapter 28
England, December 1945
Chapter 29
Italy, December 1945
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About the Author
Also by Alex Gerlis
Copyright
Cover
Table of Contents
Start of Content
Characters
Principal characters:
Richard Prince British intelligence agent, detective superintendent
Hanne Jakobsen Danish police officer, British agent. Married to Richard Prince
Tom Gilbey Senior MI6 officer, London
Sir Roland Pearson Downing Street intelligence adviser
Kommissar Iosif Leonid Gurevich NKGB officer
Friedrich Steiner Gestapo officer, aka ‘the Ferret’,
Wolfgang Steiner Senior Nazi official, father of Friedrich
Other characters:
The Admiral British Nazi sympathiser
Major Tom Barrow US Counter Intelligence Corps, Munich
Bartholomew MI5 officer
Kenneth Bemrose British Liaison Office & MI6, Berlin
Benoît Officer at Fresnes prison near Paris
Roland Bentley Senior MI6 officer, London
Hauptsturmführer Klaus Böhme SS Officer, Berlin
Martin Bormann Head of the Nazi Part Chancellery, Berlin
Mr Bourne Owner of art gallery, London
Branka Slovenian partisan
Christine Butler SOE agent, Dijon (Thérèse Dufour)
Myrtle Carter British Nazi sympathiser
Peter Dean SOE agent, Enschede (Pieter de Vries)
Edvard Slovenian partisan
Frau Egger Housekeeper in Villach, Austria
Evans Field Security Section, Trieste
Charles Falmer Courier in Frankfurt
Kapitan Leonid Fyodorov NKVD officer, Berlin
Charles Girard Aka Alphonse Schweitzer, Gestapo Paris
Giuseppe port worker in Trieste
Hon. Hugh Harper Senior MI5 officer, London
Captain Wilf Hart Field Security Section, Austria
Paul Hoffman Berlin detective
Joseph Jenkins Intelligence officer, US Embassy, London
Jožef Slovenian partisan
Kiselyov Soviet officer at Hohenschönhausen prison
Willi Kühn Man in Berlin
Major Charles Lean F Section, SOE
Anna Lefebvre Prisoner at Fresnes near Paris
Ludwig Soviet agent working for Gurevich
Marguerite Former resistance fighter, Paris
Marija Slovenian partisan
Frieda Mooren (Julius) Resistance fighter, Enschede
Frau Moser farmer in Bavaria
Orlov Soviet officer at Hohenschönhausen prison
Edward Palmer (Agent Milton) Escaping British Nazi
Kenneth Plant SOE radio operator, Dijon (Hervé)
Franz Rauter former German intelligence officer
Mr Ridgeway Man at art gallery, London
Tim Sorensen US Counter Intelligence Corps officer
Captain Christopher Stephens F Section, SOE
Major Laurie Stewart Field Security Section, Austria
Ulrich Nazi in Frankfurt
Wilson MI6 officer, Paris
Frau Winkler Shopkeeper in Villach, Austria
Prologue
Lincoln, England, September 1945
Richard Prince stood nervously in the shadow of the Gothic splendour of Lincoln Cathedral, a flurry of leaves gathering around his feet in a premature burst of autumn. He glanced around uncomfortably and retreated to the canopy of the Judgement Porch, Jesus Christ and the angels looking down on him in a quizzical manner as if wondering what he was up to. He didn’t blame them. He wondered that too.
He’d never particularly liked the cathedral: it held a sense of foreboding and he’d always felt that for a place of worship it was too replete with imagery of the devil. As a small child he’d been told the cathedral’s grounds had been used as mass burial pits for the city’s victims of the Black Death, and the fear instilled then had lasted into adulthood. As a young police constable, he’d dreaded the night-time beat that took him anywhere near the darkened mass of the cathedral.
It hadn’t been his idea to get married here. In truth it hadn’t been his idea to get married at all: it seemed so rushed and unnecessary, and they’d hardly had an opportunity to get to know each other in normal circumstances. But Hanne was keen, and young Henry in particular was thrilled at the idea. He had no memory of his mother, and the prospect of his father marrying excited him. Only two weeks after Hanne had moved in with them, Prince had overheard his son call her ‘Mummy’.
But the person who seemed most keen was Tom Gilbey, his erstwhile boss at MI6. ‘You’ll be able to make a decent woman of her, Richard.’ He only called him ‘Richard’ when he was trying to flatter him, when he was about to ask a favour or make a demand of him.
‘You don’t think she’s decent enough already, sir? She risked her life for this country – she spied for us in Copenhagen, was arrested by the Gestapo and ended up in a concentration camp. I’d say that’s the mark of a pretty decent person.’
‘Just a turn of phrase, Prince, you know that. But on balance, perhaps the right thing to do, eh?’
Prince would have been happy with a discreet ceremony in a register office, or if it had to be in a church, then one of the smaller ones dotted around the city would have been fine. But from the first moment Hanne saw the cathedral, she’d been captivated by it, and when he’d told her – in the way one does when showing your home town to a visitor – how in medieval times it had been the tallest building in the world for more than two centuries, she’d announced that that was where they’d have their wedding. Prince had told her it was highly unlikely they’d get permission.
‘Ask Mr Gilbey then – he seems so keen on us getting married.’
So he’d asked Tom Gilbey, more in passing than anything else, the question preceded by an ‘I don’t suppose…’
He ought to have known better, because inevitably it turned out that Gilbey had been at school with the bishop. ‘I’ll telephone him now!’
Prince had said it seemed quite unnecessary to go to that effort and it was only an idea, but Gilbey said not at all, and within
