Arvid Harnack joined the Nazi Party for appearances only. A senior servant in the Economics Ministry, he was also a NKVD agent, codename Corsican. He adjusted his glasses. “The mother in our temporary extended family is ill. Your wife kindly offered to help.”
His friend and fellow agent, Harro, stopped at the newsstand and bought the evening paper. “Will she be well enough to travel?” He adjusted the neck of his Luftwaffe uniform.
“It depends on how soon.”
“Soon. Very soon.” Harro glanced at the paper.
Arvid removed his pipe. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Harro held up the paper to show the headline.
Berlin Express Train Collision
“Wasn’t that the same train that—?” Arvid asked.
“Yes. I’m glad they were removed in Brussels.” Harro folded the paper and tucked it under his arm. “Pleased our intelligence got that right in a timely manner.” He picked up his pace.
Arvid tapped his pipe on the heel of his shoe and placed the pipe in his pocket before he followed in quick pursuit.
“When is Captain Hall’s expected arrival?” Harro slowed to light his cigarette.
“Tomorrow morning if all goes well.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” Arvid peered at his watch. “Mildred should have dinner well underway.”
“Unfortunately, I’m unable to stay long this evening. Must be back at the Ministry by nine.”
“Have you heard anything on the Manchurian-Mongolian frontier?” Arvid stopped to fill his pipe and light it. He scanned the passersby for any undue attention and, seeing none, returned his attention to Harro.
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