Philip Kerr - Prussian Blue

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It’s 1956 and Bernie Gunther is on the run. Ordered by Erich Mielke, deputy head of the East German Stasi, to murder Bernie’s former lover by thallium poisoning, he finds his conscience is stronger than his desire not to be murdered in turn. Now he must stay one step ahead of Mielke’s retribution.
The man Mielke has sent to hunt him is an ex-Kripo colleague, and as Bernie pushes towards Germany he recalls their last case together. In 1939, Bernie was summoned by Reinhard Heydrich to the Berghof: Hitler’s mountain home in Obersalzberg. A low-level German bureaucrat had been murdered, and the Reichstag deputy Martin Bormann, in charge of overseeing renovations to the Berghof, wants the case solved quickly. If the Fuhrer were ever to find out that his own house had been the scene of a recent murder — the consequences wouldn’t bear thinking about.
And so begins perhaps the strangest of Bernie Gunther’s adventures, for although several countries and seventeen years separate the murder at the Berghof from his current predicament, Bernie will find there is some unfinished business awaiting him in Germany.

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I almost felt sorry for them.

“Did you catch your murderer?” she asked.

In view of Colonel Rattenhuber’s warning I thought it best I didn’t tell her too much about what had gone down in Homburg; even at this late stage when we were about to present the evidence of Martin Bormann’s corruption in Obersalzberg to his brother, Albert, I thought the less she knew about what had happened, the better. So I just nodded and changed the subject quickly. “When the Leader was talking about his plans, did he say anything about Poland?”

“Only that the British and the French have failed to secure an alliance with the Soviet Union against Germany, and that if he could, he would form one himself, with the Russians against the Poles. So that doesn’t look good for peace, does it?”

“Stalin would never make an alliance with Hitler,” I said.

“That’s what people probably said about Sparta’s deal with the Persian emperor Darius.” Gerdy took a long puff of her cigarette and then tossed it out the window.

“I don’t know. Was Darius planning to betray the Poles, too?”

“Everyone hates the Poles,” she averred. “Don’t they?”

“I don’t hate them. At least no more than I hate anyone else. I agree, that’s not saying much. Not these days.”

“Don’t you want Danzig back?”

“Not particularly. It wasn’t mine to begin with. Besides, that’s not the real issue here. The real issue is that Hitler just wants a real issue to make trouble, so he can expand our borders to include the rest of Europe. It’s what Germany always wants. Hitler. The Kaiser. There’s not much difference. It’s the same old chestnut.”

“I can see we’re not going to agree about that, anyway.”

“Probably not.”

“So. Are you ready to do this?”

“I think so. But you were right, of course. I am nervous.”

“You should be. What we’re doing is not to be done lightly.”

“You don’t hear me whistling.”

“We’re about to walk in that building and give Albert Bormann the most dangerous weapon there is. Knowledge.”

“I know.” But still I hesitated. The Chancellery looked like it was recent, so, changing the subject again, I said, “Is that one of your late husband’s buildings, or Speer’s?”

“Neither. Alois Degano designed this place. In common with Speer, he has only one design in his head. If you asked him to redesign the Reichstag it would probably look like this.”

I smiled. I always enjoyed hearing Gerdy’s scathingly candid opinions of her colleagues’ abilities.

“Having said all that, this is probably the most important building in Germany,” she added. “Much more important than any building in Berlin, although it may not look like it. You’re looking at the place where all of the Leader’s executive orders are put into action. If Nazism has an administrative center, this is it.”

“Hard to believe,” I said.

“Berlin’s just for show. Big speeches and parades. Increasingly, this is the place where things get done.”

“That’s depressing. Speaking as a Berliner, that is.”

“Hitler has no love for our capital.”

I wanted to tell her that Berlin had no great love for the Leader, but after giving her my thoughts on Danzig I thought it best to reserve my opinion in this matter at least; without Gerdy Troost I hadn’t a prayer of even seeing Albert Bormann.

“Did you bring the ledgers?” she asked.

“In my briefcase.”

“Now, let me tell you what’s important, which is how to deal with Albert. He’s a modest, cultured sort of man, and a strict Lutheran. He’s meeting us because he trusts me and because I vouched for your honesty. I told him that you’re not in Heydrich’s pocket. That you’re old-school Kripo for whom justice still means something. Honesty and integrity count high with Albert. Very probably he’s checked you out himself. Albert’s not without his own resources. So, then; he hates his older brother, Martin, but that hatred certainly won’t extend to allowing you to speak badly of him without hard evidence. Martin exercises no such restraint in talking about Albert, however. Albert is everything that Martin is not. And yet they are noticeably brothers. Jekyll and Hyde, you might say. Martin calls Albert the Leader’s valet, or sometimes, ‘the man who holds Hitler’s coat.’ He’s even spread some rumors that Albert’s Hungarian-born wife is a Jew. It’s strange. When they’re together you would think they don’t even see each other. If Albert made a joke the only person not laughing would be Martin, and vice versa.”

“What does Hitler have to say about that?”

“Nothing. Hitler encourages rivalries. He believes it makes people try harder to gain his favor. And he’s right. Speer is the living embodiment of what constantly trying to please Hitler can do to a man. Hitler relies on Martin but he trusts and admires Albert. So don’t forget: Albert loves the Leader. Just like me.”

“Why do Martin and Albert hate each other?”

“I don’t know. But the curious thing is not why they hate each other — brothers are often this way — but why Martin hasn’t tried to get rid of Albert. No, not even to have him posted elsewhere. It’s almost as if Albert is holding something incriminating on Martin. Something that guarantees his place here in Berchtesgaden. Anyone else would have been sent away by now.”

“It’s all one big happy family, right enough.”

“Here, Gunther. Kiss me again, for courage. I liked it the first time. More than I thought I would.”

I leaned across the front seat and kissed Gerdy fondly on the cheek. Both of us knew that it wasn’t going to come to anything but sometimes those are the sweetest kisses of all. There was another reason I kissed her, too, and probably why she let me. Whatever she said about Albert Bormann, he was still Martin’s brother. Maybe they did hate each other; then again, maybe they’d made things up, the way people do when they’re blood relations. Stranger things have happened. Then, after she’d fixed her makeup in the rearview mirror and wiped my face with her breast-pocket handkerchief, we got out of the car and hurried toward the main entrance, where the eagle looked as if it was going to come alive, drop the swastika, and make a grab for Gerdy’s white fur coat, like something in a fairy tale. It certainly felt like we were walking into real danger. But a hungry eagle was probably the least hazardous thing we were likely to encounter in Stanggass. Albert Bormann may have hated his brother but he was an SS general who loved Adolf Hitler and that made him very dangerous indeed.

Sixty-nine

April 1939

Albert Bormann stood up to greet Gerdy Troost and when he came around the desk to kiss her, I saw that he was several centimeters taller than his older brother, although not as tall as me. His features were finer, too, although maybe that was more to do with how he looked after himself; he looked fit and his waistband was probably a couple of sizes smaller than Martin’s. All that tea and chocolate cake in the tea house were bound to take their toll. Albert Bormann was wearing the uniform of an SS general and a Party armband, and although it was past two a.m. his white shirt looked as immaculate as his light brown neatly combed hair. The red Party armband gave me pause for thought, although not as much as the Coburg Badge on his left breast pocket; and given what I now knew about Martin’s contempt for his brother, I had the sudden idea that the reason I’d been given the same badge was, perhaps, to devalue it; probably if Martin Bormann awarded enough of them, the Coburg Badge his brother wore would cease to be “the party’s highest civilian honor.” It looked like just the kind of spiteful thing that one brother would do to another.

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