"He probably will. So might others. When you
don't show up tonight, Leifhelm will have the
airports checked. They could pick you up at
Kennedy."
"Then I'll lose them at LaGuardia. I'll go to a
motel where I stay when I take the plane to Boston.
I'll check in and get out without their knowing it."
"You're very quick."
"I told you, my roots go back; I've heard the
stories. . Now, what about you?"
"I'll stay out of sight. I'm getting pretty good at
it and I can pay for anything I need."
"Your words, Converse: 'Not good enough.' The
more
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money you spread, the more of a trail you leave.
They'll find you. You have to get out of Amsterdam
too."
' Well, I could slip across a few borders and head
down to Paris for my old suite at the George Cinq.
Of course, it might be a little obvious, but then if I
tapped high enough they are French."
"Don't try to be funny."
"I don't feel remotely amusing. Also, I'd like a
private toilet and a shower even a secondhand
bath. The rooms I find you can't find in the most
esoteric travel guides."
"You haven't had a shower in God knows how
long, that much I can tell you in the open air."
"Oh, beware the wife who's offended by her
husband's hygiene. It's a sign of something."
"Cut it out, Joel, I'm not your wife.... I've got to
be able to reach you."
"Let me think, I'm also getting very inventive. I'll
figure out something. I could "
"I've already figured it out," interrupted Val
firmly. ~Before I flew over I talked with my aunt."
From your house?"
From the midtown hotel in New York where I
registered under a different name."
Lyon were thinking about your phone."
4Not the way you were. I told her what I thought
had happened, what I was going to try to do. She
came to see me in Berlin last night. She talked up a
storm how she could do this do that but it all
boiled down to the fact that she'll help. She ll hide
you. So will others."
`In Germany?"
4Yes. She lives in the countryside, on the
outskirts of Osnabruck. It's the safest place you
could go, the last place those people would think to
look for you."
How do I get back into Germany? It was rough
enough getting out! Delavane's people aside every
border's on the alert, my photograph on every wall.
'
"I talked to Hermione this afternoon, after you
called from a pay phone; she was staying with a
friend. She started making arrangements right away,
and when I flew in here a few hours ago, an old man
met me at the airport, the same man you'll be
staying with tonight. You don't know him but you've
seen him; he was riding the bicycle in the Museum-
plein. I was taken to a house on the Lindengracht
where I was
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to call my aunt; the phone was what they term
'unberuhrt,' clean, untouched."
"My God, they are back in the forties.,'
"Not much has changed, has it?"
"No, I guess not. What did she say?"
"Only your instructions. Late tomorrow
afternoon, when the terminal's full, you're to go to
the Central Station here in Amsterdam and walk
around by the information booth. A woman will
come up to you and say hello, saying she recognized
you as someone she met in Los Angeles. Respond
to her and during the conversation she'll hand you
an envelope. Inside will be a passport, a letter, and
a train ticket."
"A passport? Hawk"
"All they needed was a photograph. I knew that
much when I left your father in Cape Ann."
"You knew?"
"I told you, I've heard the stories all my life.
How they got Jews and Gypsies and all the men
who parachuted down from planes out of Germany
and into neutral or occupied countries. The false
papers, the photographs, they became an art form."
''And you brought a photograph?"
"It seemed logical. Roger thought so, too.
Remember, he was in that war."
"Logical . . . a photograph."
"Yes. I found one in an album. Do you
remember when we went to the Virgin Islands and
you scorched yourself that first day in the sun?"
"Sure. You made me wear a tie to dinner and
my neck was killing me."
"I was trying to teach you a lesson. That
picture's a close-up. I wanted your sunburn in all its
agony."
"It's still my face, Val."
"That photograph was taken eight years ago and
the burn softened your features. It'll do."
"Don't I have to know anything?"
"If you're detained for that kind of questioning,
you'll probably be caught. My aunt doesn't think you
will be."
"Why is she so confident?"
"The letter. It spells out what you're doing."
"Which is?"
"A pilgrimage to Bergen-Belsen, later to Auschwitz
in Po
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land. It's written in German and you're to hand it to
anyone who stops you because you speak only
English."
"But why would that ?"
"You're a priest," interrupted Valerie. "The
pilgrimage was financed by an organisation in Los
Angeles called the Coalition of Christians and Jews
for World Peace and Repentance. Only a German
very sure of himself will call attention to you. I've got
a dark suit in your size in my tote bag, along with a
black hat, shoes, and a clerical collar. The
instructions will be with your ticket. You'll take the
northern express to Hanover where you're supposed
to switch trains for Celle and be driven to
Bergen-Belsen in the morning, but of course you
won't. When you reach Osnabruck, get off. My aunt
will be waiting for her priest. And by then I'll be
back in New York getting in touch with Sam..'
Converse shook his head. "Val, it's all very
impressive, but you weren't listening to me.
Leifhelm's men have seen me in that station, as a
matter of fact. They know what I look like."
"They saw a pale-faced man with a beard and a
battered face. Shave off the beard tonight."
' And apply for cosmetic surgery?"
"No, apply a generous amount of lotion called
Instant Sun it's with the clothes I brought you. It'll
darken your face more like the photograph on the
passport and also cover the bruises they won't be
that noticeable. The black hat and the clerical collar
will take care of the rest."
"Omens," said Joel, touching the bruises on his
face and noting that they were less painful. "Do you
remember when you fell and hit the table in the
foyer, the black eye?"
"I was in a panic; I had a presentation the ne
xt
day. You went out and got the makeup for me."
"I bought the same stuff this morning. It helped."
"I'm glad."
They looked at each other across the short
distance between them in the moonlit field. "I'm
sorry about everything, Val. I wish you weren't part
of this. If there was any other way I wouldn't let you
be, you know that."
"I know it, but it doesn't matter to me one way or
the other. I came over here because of a promise I
made to myself a promise I meant. Not you. I'm
over you, Joel, believe that."
"The promise you made to yourself was provoked by
me.
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Since I was the offending party of the second part,
that should have canceled it."
"That's probably a rotten legal opinion," said
Val, shifting her legs and looking away. "There's
also the obvious. Everything you've told me terrifies
me not fact A and fact B. or who's conspiring with
whom; I'm a landscape painter; I can't deal with
such things. But I'm so terribly afraid because I can
personalise. I can see how these people this
Aquitaine can win, can take control of our lives,
turning us all into complacent flocks of sheep. Good
God, Joel, we'd uvelcome them!"
"I missed something."
"Then you're blind. I don't think it's just women,
or women who live alone like me, I think it's most
of the people walking around in the streets, trying
to earn a living, trying to make the rent or a
mortgage or a car payment, trying to make it
through life. We're sick of everything around us!
We're told one minute we may be blown up in a
nuclear war unless we're taxed out of our houses to
pay for bigger bombs and that our water's
contaminated, or that we can't buy this or that
because it might be poisoned. Children disappear,
and people are killed walking into a store for a
quart of milk, and addicts and muggers with guns
and knives cut people down on the streets. I live in
a small town and I won't go there after dark, and if
I'm in the city any city I look behind me in broad
daylight, and I'll be damned if I'll get into an
elevator unless it's crowded.... I couldn't afford it
but I put in a burglar alarm system in a house I
don't own because there was a boat out in the water
one day that stayed there overnight. In my mind I
saw men crawling up the beach to my windows. We
all see such things, whether out on the water, or
down city blocks, or in a field like this. We're
frightened; we're sick of the problems, sick of the
violence. We want someone strong to stop it and
I'm not sure it even matters who they are. And if
the men you're talking about push things any fur-
ther_believe me, they know what they're doing.
They can walk in and be crowned, no votes
required.... And in spite of everything I've said,
that's even more frightening. Which is why you're
going to take me to the airport."
"Why did I ever let you go?" whispered Joel,
more to himself than to her.
"Cut it out, Converse. It's over. We're over.''
* * *
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He watched from the darkest area of the parking
lot at Amsterdam's Schilphol Airport as the plane
sped down the runway and lifted off into the night
sky. He had driven up to a crowded platform where
Val had gotten out, giving him the scrap of paper
with the address that was to be his refuge for the
night. So that he would know she had been able to
get on board the flight, she was to come out the
glass doors, look at her watch and go back inside. If
the plane was overbooked, she was to continue on
the pedestrian walk to the temporary lot a hundred
yards away from the entrance where he would be
waiting for her. She had come outside, glanced at
her watch and returned to the terminal. A part of
him had felt relief, another part a quiet, hollow
emptiness.
He watched the huge silver plane bank to the left
and disappear, its fading lights a trajectory in the
dark sky.
He stood naked in front of the mirror in the
small bathroom in the house on the Lindengracht.
The car was some twenty streets away. He had made
the return journey cautiously on foot. The old man
who owned the flat was pleasant and spoke in
haltingly clear English, but his eyes were far away
and never really made contact. His mind was in
another place, another time.
Joel had shaved carefully, showered far longer
than a guest should, and had finished applying the
deep red lotion to his face, neck and hands. In
moments his skin was bronzed. The result was far
more authentic than it used to be with the earlier
products he remembered, when anyone who used
them stood out the mask of sickly brown was too
smooth and cosmeticized to be anything but
unnatural. The new coloring further concealed the
bruises on his face; he looked almost normal. He
would discard the tinted glasses; they would only call
attention to him, especially from anyone who had
seen him or had been given his description. He
washed his hands repeatedly, kneading them together
to remove the stains from his fingertips.
He stiffened. From somewhere beyond the door
came the sound of an erratic bell. He quickly turned
off the water and listened, his breathing suspended,
his eyes on the gun he had placed on the narrow
windowsill. He heard the sound again; it stopped.
Then he heard a single voice, a man on a telephone.
He dried his hands and slipped on the short cotton
bathrobe that had been left on the bed in his small,
immacu
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late room. He put the gun in his pocket went out
the door and down the dark, narrow hallway that
fed to the old man's "study." It was a former
bedroom filled with old magazines a few books, and
tabloid newspapers on tables and chairs opened to
the bloodiest sections, with red crayon marks cir-
cling articles and pictures. On the walls were prints
and photographs of long-past wartime
accomplishments including corpses in various poses
of death. In an odd way it reminded Converse of
L'Etalon Blanc in Paris, except that here there were
no glories of war, only the ugliness of death. It was
more honest, he thought, if nothing else.
"Ah, Meneer, " said the old man, sitting forward
in a huge leather chair that engulfed his frail body,
the telephone beside him. "You are safe, quite safe!
That was Kabel code name, Kabel, nataurlijk. He
has left the hotel and reports his progress." Fragile,
in his seventies the Dutchman struggled out of the
chair and stood erect, his thin shoulders back, his
body rigid a foolis
h old man playing soldier.
"Operation Osnabruck proceeds"" he said, as if
reporting to a commanding officer. "As
contemplated by underground intelligence reports,
the enemy infiltrated the area and he has been
compromised."
"He's been what?"
"Executed, Meneer. A wire around the throat,
taken from behind. The blood stays on the clothes
as the neck is pulled back, thus there are no signs of
combat and the enemy is removed from the place of
compromise."
"What did you say?"
"Kabel is strong for one of his age," said the old
man, grinning, his weathered face a thousand
creases, his posture now relaxed. "He took the body
from the room, dragged it to the fire exit, and down
into the alley. From there he gained access to the
cellars and put the corpse back by the furnaces. It is
summer; the man may not be found for
days unless the stench becomes too much."
Converse heard the words, but his concentration
was only on one. Compromise. In this odd language
of another time it meant . . . execution. Execution .
. . murder . . . assassinationl
What would you say to compromising certain
powerful individuals in specif c governments . . . ~
Leifhelm's words.
It wouldn't Turk. His own.
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You do not take into consideration the time
element! AN cumulation! Rapid acceleration! Chaim
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