World War Two Will Not Take Place by Bill James
Outside, I told VM that someone had been in the apartment while we were away. I explained how I knew – that is, the missing receipt. He said he thought he had seen someone at the side of the window watching our approach with KPE. Obviously, this was why he had insisted on a full search of the apartment with KPE. We discussed these unexpected and unexplained matters and agreed that the nature of the assignment had markedly changed. We agreed we must improvise a policy to cope with these new factors. We decided we should pretend to leave the area, in case we were under observation, but circle and return to watch the building from behind some kind of cover, although assignment technically over. We took position a little way off behind a delivery van.
After ten minutes KPE came out from the apartment block and began to walk swiftly away. We decided it would be impossible to follow him unobserved, although we are both trained and expert shadows. He, of course, knew us and our appearance well by this time. We had specifically told him our work with him finished when we saw him home. We would have no explanation if we were spotted behind him. We did not want him alerted. We therefore continued to watch the apartment block in case he returned and to note any other developments.
VM writes: there were a fair number of people about around the apartment building and we could not be sure whether any of them connected with our operation. At one stage we thought a man emerged and stood possibly watching the windows of 37. Then he went back into the building. Soon after this the driver of the parked delivery van we’d chosen to hide behind came out and drove away. We therefore needed different cover and moved to a grassed area with trees in front of the apartment block, where the man had stood earlier. He might be of the same physique as the man glimpsed by the side of the curtains in 37.
We took a position behind a holly tree and continued to watch entrance and windows. The living room curtains of the apartment were drawn now but at one point I thought I saw a very brief gleam at their top edge, as from a moving torch beam, not an overhead room light. I spoke of this to BLS who said he also had seen it. Shortly afterwards a man left the apartment block. He seemed of the same build and height as the figure I believed I’d seen at the side of the window earlier. He wore no hat and his hair was black or brown. I thought he might have a torch on him somewhere. Three points arising:
What linked him with KPE, suppose there was a link?
Had he been in the apartment when I searched it with KPE? Could I have missed him?
Had this man removed the chair receipt for some reason?
We decided the apartment offered nothing more of interest and we followed the man. He travelled on the underground to the Steglitz district. We separated and stayed very distant from him for this journey so as to remain undetected.
BLS writes: I removed my cap, which might be distinctive. At Steglitz our target male entered an apartment building. We found the entrance to a service lane on the other side of the street from which we could watch the apartment building unseen. After a few minutes two girls in their twenties, immodestly dressed, noisy, arrived by taxi. They went into the building. I returned to Lichtenberg by train to bring the car, while VM watched the building. I came back with the vehicle and we remained near the apartments until morning, taking two hour watches each while the other slept.
As a matter of fact, Valk didn’t really have anything much against either of this pair, BL Schiff and V Mair. That was the point, though: the ‘either’ aspect. He found each governable enough on his own, and very capable. Difficulties began when they worked together. Then they could become pushy, uncontrolled, headstrong. They primed one another’s egos. Look at the way they wrote of altering ‘policy’ and referred to ‘our operation’. They had no authority to alter policy. It was not their operation, but the department’s. Valk felt irritated. Jointly, they might turn maverick. Probably psychologists could explain the case. ‘Mob Mentality’ was well documented. What about ‘Chums’ Mentality’? Naturally, having noted three or four times how they behaved when linked, he’d finally ordered Schiff and Mair should no longer be teamed. How did the ban get ignored or forgotten, then? Well, there had been exceptional manpower demands lately. Perhaps these made the error almost forgivable.
Error? Error! What error? Wasn’t it because they’d been pushy, uncontrolled, headstrong, that they’d come up with these undoubtedly brilliant finds? They had to be hailed as a gifted, improvising twosome. All right, he’d hail. They had to be regarded as a dangerously independent twosome. All right, he’d stay watchful.
More of the report:
VM writes: At 7 a.m. KPE left the apartment building. This was another new factor. We had not known until then that he had gone to this apartment block. He had obviously reached there unfollowed by us on the night before and remained until now. Consequently, there might be some connection between him and the man we had followed. It is possible they use the same apartment. We could not determine this without becoming obvious. It appeared likely that Eisen was on his way to work at the Foreign Office.
BLS writes: The two girls left apartment building at 09.50. We had car’s standard equipment surveillance camera ready. (Photographs included with this report.) The girls will be traceable, possibly to a club offering this kind of amenity. We do not know, of course, which apartment they had spent the night in, though possibly with KPE and the other man. Considered it best at this time not to confront them, nor ask for information from other residents or the caretaker. Vital they should not know they were under observation. We asked by radio telephone that both apartments – Lichtenberg and Steglitz – be put under continuous surveillance.
VM writes: At 10.05 the man we had followed last night from Lichtenberg to Steglitz left the building. (Photographs included with this report.) He had what appeared to be a tourist guide book with him and went to study Steglitz town hall (famous architecturally for its nineteenth-century Gothic style). After an hour and a half he returned to the apartments. The new surveillance team we had requested arrived and we briefed them and withdrew at 11.25 hours.
Of course, Schiff and Mair had supplied a verbal report of some items immediately, because twenty-four surveillance of both apartments had to be put in place at once, as well as permanent tails on both targets. Some backgrounding of the women was also needed, although they seemed on the face of it authentic, bar-stool whores, probably with only standard, surface knowledge of their customers. Leave them untroubled for now. They might have a use later – an operational use. On Valk’s first readings of the written report, he had marked several paragraphs for possible follow up and expansion, including the whore references. Plus:
(1) He wasn’t certain he understood the time sequence of incidents at apartment 37. Clarify.
(2) Why hadn’t they radioed for support when the job suddenly grew complicated and clearly needed extra personnel? He knew the answer, though he’d never get it from them: this triumph they typically and graspingly regarded as theirs only, and they’d keep it exclusive, no invitation to others. They respected team spirit: their team, and only theirs, the Schiff and Mair team, the Mair and Schiff team.
(3) He wanted a much more thorough description of the outside geography at the apartment block. Or he’d say he did. Damp down their combined cockiness.
(4) He wanted a much more thorough description of the apartment interior. Or he’d say he did. Damp down their complementary cockiness.
SIX
‘Those twins of yours – they’ve done astonishingly well, wouldn’t you say, Andreas?’
‘Well, yes, astonishingly, sir.’ Valk got something like hearty but unhysterical enthusiasm into his voice. Necessary. Wise.
The Colonel Commandant flipped over several report pages so he could remind himself of the signatures: ‘V Mair, BL Schiff. Perhaps a little fancifully, I call them twins because they operate so naturally together. Veritable birds of a feather.’ For that last bit, the birds and feathers, he dropped into English momentarily. Knecht, the Colonel Commandant, liked to show his i
‘Yes, remarkable,’ Valk said. ‘I naturally had them in to give my congratulations and, of course, sir, I said they could rely on you and even those above you to be very impressed by their work.’ There were people above Knecht, naturally, but he might not care to hear them spoken of so bluntly.
But Knecht said: ‘Very impressed. Did you see them as a pair, Andreas? Excellent. Perceptive. To me they seem very much a unit.’
Valk thought that most probably this vindictive swine knew he had interviewed them separately. ‘Well, yes, sir, they are in some senses a unit. I felt, though, it was more appropriate to do it one-by-one. That is, I think, the customary way to interview our people, whether to praise or reprove.’
‘Oh, yes, I suppose that is the rule book. You would know it better than I.’
This, to Valk, sounded as if knowing the rule book was the pinnacle of his abilities. Knecht’s tone was carefully polite and damaging. God, to get him some comeuppance! ‘I wanted to check certain matters. I thought it more suitable to hear them individually.’
‘To catch them out?’
‘For clarity.’
‘Which certain matters did you want to check?’
‘A degree of obscurity here and there in the report.’
‘Oh, where? I thought it remarkably graphic.’
‘The sequence at thirty-seven, mainly.’
‘Plain enough, surely. They take Eisen back. There is somebody in the apartment. He is surprised and gets out, so that, when they arrive, the apartment is unoccupied. They keep watch. Eisen almost immediately goes out to somewhere – somewhere unknown till next morning. The man who’d been at the window then returns to the apartment, most likely by some other entrance to the building so as not to bump into your two. In a while, he also leaves, and they tail him to Steglitz, where Eisen is presumably waiting.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘No difficulty or possibility of a clash in their stories, surely? We’re so fortunate to have them on the staff. These are men who make our Department strong, and, if our Department, our country. I don’t think it’s too much to claim.’
‘Certainly not,’ Valk said. What else could he say? When the Colonel Commandant went off on one of his unfettered word trips – turned all fanciful, as he’d term it – you agreed with him. That is, you agreed with him if you were only the Deputy Commandant, older than the Colonel Commandant, and merely a major, and almost certain to remain a major, like Valk. It would be a kind of irreverence to contradict him – in fact, a blasphemy, bringing very rough reprisals, perhaps, in the way that the Old Testament God said, ‘Vengeance is mine. I will repay.’ Of course, because Maximilian Knecht, the Colonel Commandant, was Maximilian Knecht, the Colonel Commandant, youngish, and in touch with all sorts of higher-ups, including even, he said, Himmler himself, he didn’t have to worry that those remarkable, feather-matched twins might want to climb over him, kick him into oblivion. Or not yet he didn’t.
‘We must cherish people of that calibre, Andreas. And I’m sure they cherish you, too. You, at your level, are so closely in touch with them and their work. Really down alongside the lads in the, as it were, engine room, accustomed to the sweat rag and so on, the sweat rag that is not without its own nobility. I float here, a little above it all. A Colonel Commandant’s privilege! But also a Colonel Commandant’s loss. I feel the distance from our boys and girls in the field. “Colonel Commandant” – oh, a very nice title to have on one’s office door. A barrier, too, though; an obstruction to full and deep contact with the troops.’
They were behind the barrier and obstruction today, in Knecht’s untidy office suite with coffees. ‘You – fortunate you – could be au fait with their achievements so soon after the actual events they describe.’ Knecht picked up his copy of the report and pointed delightedly to part of it. ‘The frank admission of uncertainty about that possible watcher behind an undrawn curtain in the plattenbauten dump! This is scrupulousness. This is self-scrutiny. This is acute observational flair, Andreas. These are men we can trust. And the tailing skills and the brilliant caution and discretion.’
Knecht thrilled to an earlier paragraph. ‘The request in Lenin’s tomb – my God, in Lenin’s holy tomb! – for pointers towards living floozie flesh that offended dear “Ivan”. The contrast! Dick-twitch in a mausoleum! A humanizing touch. They acknowledge mausoleums exist, but do not allow this mausoleum to impose its defunct mausoleum nature upon them, nor upon their writing about it – the mausoleum.’
‘Well, no.’
‘And I love the way they speak so confidently, so offhandedly, indeed, of changing “policy” because the circumstances have changed. This is assurance. This is intelligent boldness, don’t you agree?’
‘I hadn’t really thought of it like that.’
‘Oh, yes – intelligent boldness, the term exactly. And it has become “our operation”. Did you note that, Andreas? That is, they are at once willing, unprotestingly willing, to assume absolute responsibility. They are willing and they are audacious enough. Reading their report as soon as it was ready, you must have become instantly aware of that almost magical link between them. Together they are clearly more than double their solo efficiency and invention. Inspired. Formidable.’
Excitement made him stand up from his desk and walk about the room, giving fist blows to the air as he went on enumerating the report’s gorgeous strengths. Did this bastard Knecht sense how much Valk loathed and feared those two as a working combination? Their ‘magical’ cooperativeness could also be seen as conspiracy – against him, Valk. Was Knecht’s lilting enthusiasm meant to weaken Valk, shred his confidence, rupture his soul? Had he by some foul and filthy instinct guessed how much Valk would be offended by that reference to ‘policy’ and ‘our operation’? Didn’t he detect their abominable arrogance?
But Valk did feel there was usually a purpose to Knecht’s multilingual, insistent, sky-high jabber. Nobody got to colonel at his age on flimflam. Although you could easily come to think he was off his head, or drunk, or drugged, or into premature, galloping senile decay, he’d suddenly come out with shafts of perception that seemed even more spot-on than they really were because of contrast with the lunatic lead up. He didn’t need to argue a case. Surprise bordering on shock did that job for him. People obeyed from a kind of sudden happy thankfulness: they’d feared they were led by a rampaging maniac, but now realized that beneath the purple froth his brain did manage the occasional passably sane stint.
Knecht returned to his desk, his blue eyes behind heavily horn-rimmed spectacles still brilliant with wonder at the report’s treasures. ‘Tell me, Andreas, how do you see it all?’ he said.
‘In which regard, sir?’
‘The whole canvas.’
‘An officer from British secret intelligence has recruited a Foreign Ministry employee as agent and informant. It’s a standard peacetime operation. Perhaps the agent dislikes the present regime. There are people like that about, even in positions salaried by the state.’
‘To what purpose has he recruited the agent?’
‘This to be made clear in due time, sir.’
‘In due time. Yes, I see.’ He paused, then said in very throwaway style, ‘What, specifically, is Eisen’s area of work?’
Of course, Knecht would know this. But he liked to show the processes of his mind. ‘He’s on the Russian desk,’ Valk said.
‘So, they are interested in Russia. The British are focussed on our relations with Russia, you think?’
‘Not established, Colonel. They may have looked for an agent anywhere in the Ministry, or anywhere in government service.’
‘And the choice fell on Eisen by chance, you think?’
‘My mind is open at this point.’
‘Your admirable,
‘At this stage we don’t really—’
‘The girls look very pleasant and more or less entirely unscarred, as far as can be seen, don’t they?’ He had the photographs in front of him. He bent closer to squint hard at them. ‘We can be fairly certain, I think, that they spent the night with KPE and friend. KPE is interested in filles de joie, as we know from the mausoleum. I believe these two doxies –’ in English – ‘work out of the Toledo club. Yes. I may have run into the fuller-figured, dark-haired one now and then – Olga? A warm-hearted kid, and very conversational during wind-down, yet no badgering for extra gifts or to get the fee higher.’
‘We have an identification of the man,’ Valk replied.
Knecht rapidly, flamboyantly, put a finger to his lips. ‘Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, Andreas!’ he cried. ‘I absolutely refuse to listen.’