Jack Higgins - To Catch a King

Hannah and Schellenberg watched them go. He poured her a glass of champagne. ‘You have another show?’

‘Yes, in an hour.’

‘May I escort you home afterwards?’

She put a hand on her thigh, aware of the folded report that she had pushed into her stocking. It gave her a strange feeling of power over him so that she smiled and said yes and was aware of that familiar hollow feeling of excitement.

‘Your General Heydrich,’ she said. ‘Does he usually take bar girls home with him?’

‘Frequently.’

‘He should beware of young Lotte. The word I heard was that she was having to see the doctor.’

Schellenberg laughed. ‘We have a saying in the SS. A soldier’s pay – a soldier’s risks.’

She leaned forwards, a sudden urgency in her voice. ‘You’re not like him – like the rest of them. I don’t understand.’

He took her hand and said gently, ‘Are you familiar with a song called “Moonlight on the Highway”?’

‘Yes.’

‘I have a record of it sung by the English crooner, Al Bowlly. It is an especial favourite of mine. Will you sing it for me?’

‘If you like.’

‘I love good jazz singing. Billie Holliday was my favourite – until now. Your trio are really quite excellent.’

‘Connie and the boys. Oh, yes – terrors with the girls. Women seem to be their main spare-time interest.’

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