‘Klaus wanted to hide you away.’
‘So you couldn’t have me.’
‘I’ve got you now.’ Their eyes met and Anneliese smiled. The café was crowded and noisy and Theo, Warren and Foley were carrying on a lively conversation right next to them, but Conrad didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, Anneliese and he were the only two people there.
‘You know he’s dead now?’ Conrad said after a few moments.
‘Yes. Captain Foley told me that too. He also said that it was thanks to your persistence that they found me.’
‘Before he died, Klaus said that you hadn’t been killed, that he had whisked you away to another camp. Frankly, I didn’t believe him, but I couldn’t leave Germany until I had found out for sure. So I pestered a friend of Foley’s called Israel, who pestered the commandant at Sachsenhausen, who admitted that Klaus had told him to announce that you were dead and transfer you somewhere else. It took a few days, but Israel was able to track you down to Lichtenburg. We owe him a lot.’
‘Oh, Conrad, it’s awful in those places, cut off from the outside world, not even knowing if the people you love know you are there. Not knowing whether you will ever get out.’
‘Well, after Munich they decided Berlin was safe enough for Foley to return. So he came back here and got you out.’
‘Munich? What happened in Munich?’
‘There was nearly a war when you were in the camp. Munich was the conference that stopped it. Or delayed it. You can read all about it when you get a newspaper.’
‘And Theo’s little scheme?’ Anneliese glanced at the Abwehr officer.
Conrad shrugged. ‘Nothing came of it.’
‘That’s a shame.’
‘It is. One day, perhaps.’ Conrad hesitated, not wishing to add to Anneliese’s troubles, but he couldn’t hide what he had to say from her, either. ‘Sophie’s dead.’
Anneliese closed her eyes, and seemed to slump forward. Despite Foley’s strictures about no signs of affection, Conrad reached out a hand to steady her.
‘Let me guess. Klaus?’
Conrad nodded.
A tear ran down Anneliese’s cheek. She wiped it away. ‘I can’t wait to get out of this country.’
The Menzeltorte came, and Anneliese took two bites, pushing it aside. ‘What a shame. My poor stomach: it’s far too rich. Any more and I think I will be sick.’
‘Never mind,’ said Conrad. ‘Next week I’ll take you to the Ritz for tea.’
Anneliese smiled. ‘It will be so good to see my parents. But I’m nervous about England. I’ve never been there: I’ve no idea what I will do.’
Conrad fished a scrap of paper out of his pocket and scribbled down an address. ‘I know you will be staying with your parents, but if you need anything, get in touch with my mother. She will help you, and she speaks German of course.’
‘I hope my brother will be all right. He says the Luftwaffe need every pilot they can get and so they won’t ask him any difficult questions.’
Conrad wondered whether in a year or two Anneliese’s brother would be dropping bombs on his parents in England, but he kept that thought to himself.
‘Will you be coming to London soon?’ Anneliese asked.
‘Very soon,’ said Conrad. ‘My papers say I’m a Danish academic, so I have to go to Copenhagen first. But I’ll be home in a few days.’
‘I can’t wait.’
‘All right,’ announced Foley. ‘I’m afraid it’s time for us to dash. We certainly don’t want Anneliese to miss her train.’ He shook Warren’s hand, and then Theo’s. ‘Good to meet you, Hertenberg. If ever you want a quiet chat—’
Theo grinned. ‘There is absolutely no chance of that, Captain Foley. I am a loyal German.’
‘Of course, of course.’ He turned to Conrad. ‘As for you, de Lancey. Don’t be surprised if some friends of mine get in touch.’
‘If they do, I’ll tell them where to go,’ said Conrad. ‘But thank you for all your help, Foley.’
‘Not at all, old boy.’
Conrad, Theo and Warren watched the small man and the frail woman make their way across the Potsdamer Platz. Warren stayed only a couple of minutes more, and then he hurried off too, chasing the news.
For a long time Conrad and Theo sat in silence, watching Berlin swirl in front of them.
‘Do you think I was right?’ Conrad asked. ‘Not to shoot him?’
‘We’ll never know,’ said Theo. ‘If you had, war might have been declared already.’
‘My bet is that you and I will be at war within a year anyway,’ said Conrad.
Theo grimaced. Suddenly he sat up and beckoned to a waitress. ‘Two schnapps, please.’
‘It’s a bit early, isn’t it?’ Conrad said.
‘No. It’s the right time.’
The waitress reappeared a minute later with the glasses. Theo raised his. ‘To Algy.’
Conrad smiled.
‘To Algy.’
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Author’s Note
There really was a plot to overthrow Hitler in September 1938. It was the first of many involving a number of senior German army officers, which culminated in the failed attempt on Hitler’s life in his bunker at Rastenburg on 20 July 1944. The existence of the 1938 plot was transmitted to the British government in the summer by Ewald von Kleist with the help of a young, well-connected British journalist named Ian Colvin. Chamberlain knew that if he stood firm with Czechoslovakia the German generals would attempt a coup. Indeed, on the morning of 28 September, a raiding party under Captain Heinz was waiting for the order to take the Chancellery and arrest the Führer. But after Hitler accepted Mussolini and Chamberlain’s offer of talks at Munich at around noon that day, the order never came. Chamberlain had saved Hitler.
The senior representative of the British secret service in Berlin in the 1930s was Captain Foley, who held the post of Chief Passport Control Officer as cover. A quiet, self-effacing but extremely hard-working man, he was responsible for the passage of thousands of Jews from Germany to Britain, Palestine and the Empire in the face of stiff opposition from the British and German bureaucracies. In 1959 a grove of 2,200 pine trees was planted outside Jerusalem to commemorate him, each one paid for by someone he had saved from the concentration camps.
Most of the major characters in this book are fictional. Although Conrad de Lancey plays the same role as Colvin did in real life, he is not Ian Colvin. Neither does Theo von Hertenberg represent a real historical figure, although he shares some of the characteristics of a number of extremely courageous young German lawyers who were given great responsibility during this and subsequent plots against Hitler, including Fabian von Schlabrendorff, Adam von Trott, Hans-Bernd Gisevius and Helmuth von Moltke.
See my website www.michaelridpath.com for a fuller discussion of what is fiction and what is fact, as well as the sources I used to research the book.
I would like to thank a number of people for their help over the many years it took to write this novel: my agents Carole Blake and Oli Munson at Blake Friedmann, Nic Cheetham, Laura Palmer and Becci Sharpe at Head of Zeus, Richenda Todd, Allan and Stephanie Walker, Toby Wyles, Virginia Manzer, Sir Ronald Harwood, Frances Fyfield, Bruce Hunter, Hilma Roest, Chris and Sheila Murphy, James Holland, Christopher Appleton, Michael Johnson, Christine Sieger, Simon Petherick, Jan Dopheide, Nick Gay of Berlin Walks and of course my wife, Barbara.
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On the eve of World War Two,
a secret conflict is ignited
that could end it all
before it has begun.
In Berlin, 1938, Himmler’s black-shirted troops march in the streets, the Swastika flies from every building, but not eve
ry heart belongs to Hitler.
A few brave men are determined to stop the march towards a war they know they cannot win.
They are united by a single ambition: to free the fatherland from the Führer.
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Contents
Cover
Welcome Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue
Part 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Part 2
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Part 3
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Author’s Note
About this Book
Reviews
Also by this Author
About the Author
An Invitation from the Publisher
Copyright
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