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Here? he wondered, surprisingly calm. Or should I wait to see what happens?
“The call will go from here to Vienna, which is sometimes difficult,” the Gestapo agent said. “But from Vienna, we have a direct line to Berlin.”
“Fine,” Fulmar said, not moving his jaws. He ran his tongue against the slippery vial between his teeth.
“Eric!” a male voice called. “Eric von Fulmar!”
Fulmar and the Gestapo agent turned to see who was calling.
A tall, thin, aristocratic man wearing a Homburg was standing on the platform of one of the cars.
“Heil Hitler!” Eric said. The Q pill was now loose in his mouth. He was afraid he would either swallow it, or cough and spit it out. He coughed again, aware that it must sound artificial, and had the Q pill in his hand again.
“Where in the world are you going?” the man said.
“Tell him,” the Gestapo agent said,“that you’ll be back in just a moment.”
The sonofabitch is suspicious.
“I’ll be right back,” Fulmar called out. “We have to call Berl
in.”
The man jumped off the train and walked quickly to them.
Now the Gestapo agent was annoyed.
He dug into the pocket of his ankle-length leather overcoat and came out with his aluminum Gestapo identity disk, holding it out for the man to see.
“Gestapo,” he announced.
“I surmised as much,” the man said. “Be good enough to explain this.”
“This is none of your business, mein Herr!”
“Oh, but my dear sir,” the man said icily,“it is my business.”
The man then reached into the breast pocket of his suit and took out a pigskin folder, something like a thin wallet. He held it in front of the Gestapo agent’s face.
“Be so good as to examine this,” he said softly.
The Gestapo agent took a good look. He had never actually seen one before in the hands of the person it had been issued to. He had seen examples of them, of course, in school.
It was an identity card issued by the Minister for State Security, signed by Heinrich Himmler himself. In the name of the Führer, it commanded all German law-enforcement authorities to place themselves at the orders of the bearer, Brigadeführer SS-SD Helmut von Heurten-Mitnitz.
“I am at your orders, Herr Brigadeführer,” the Gestapo agent said.
“Then you will be so kind as to explain what you’re doing?”
“If I may be so bold, Herr Brigadeführer,” Fulmar said. “This officer was simply doing his duty.”
“Indeed? How is that?” von Heurten-Mitnitz said.
“There is a call out for someone meeting my description. What this gentleman was doing was making sure I am who I say I am.”
“Obviously, Herr Brigadeführer,” the Gestapo agent said, “that will no longer be necessary.”
Von Heurten-Mitnitz ignored him.
