The whole family taken away by the Gestapo. The belongings were removed the following
day. I left the building in a days. It couldn't just be a
routine interview. I had to know where she was, and I knew exactly
who must have the answer. You seem distracted today, doctor, is something
troubling you? It's it's just that miss man Leaf and Mathildean, her whole
family have been removed from their apartment. Ah God, believe someone as prominent
as her Manlifen renigged on his rent, and besides, doesn't he own the
building? He does? They left at night under escort by the security police.
Ah stop, Yes, I didn't want to use that so Brickett,
it's very mysterious and sudden. It's probably just some sensus claric comato. They
happened all the time. It'd soon be cleared up half, no doubts.
But an administrative matter should not take more than a week to sort out.
Surely some of these clerical people are not the smartest workers. They confuse names
all the time, Manlife and Mannheimer and so on. I'm sure it's all
a misunderstanding and will soon be rectified. The family apartment was cleared out the
following day. I could make some inquiries, but for now to finished the
session, I seem to be easing your shobic mind instead of the other rant.
Now you're right, of course, mind Fewer, thank you of vied
us In. I later told Burnham about this situation. He seemed noncommittal and
had nothing to add to the Fewer's vague explanation of clerical inefficiencies and senses details.
Weeks passed and there was no news, not even a letter from Tildy.
I had to accept the fact that she and her family were no longer
in Berlin. I made inquiries at the headquarters of the Orchestra and even at
her Man Leaving's bank, but was met with stony blank faces and very little
sympathy. The people of Berlin had closed ranks and lips. These were indeed
difficult times, especially for persons known to be or now designated as non Germans.
I did not see him as special patient franc for several months, in
fact, not until late nineteen forty, a year after Britain and France had
declared war on Germany. He arrived as usual with a patient's appointment. Curt
Well, Doc a lot has happened since our last appointment. Things have certainly
escalated, and Crazy Horse seems to be behaving as you predicted. Are you
still working with the British so far and passing his Italian so I can get
here through Italy the old Homeland? Sooner or later. I expect to be
swept up into my Uncle Sam's lot, but still based with intel, so
I may still be in need of your therapy as this fair proceeds, I
should tell you that I've been contacted by one of our friends agents who suspect
you are not getting therapy as you put it, that could be good.
Puts you in a shit sandwich, though the dangerous one. I keep that
very much in mind. I'm likely to be contacted by the other fellow soon
after you leave, certainly within a day or two. That puts both of
us on our guard. Francis capitulated, the expeditionary forces evacuated from Dunkirk and
the Luftwaffer are getting a run for their money from the Royal Aft Force over
Britain. What we need from you is Hitler's general reaction to events and what
he might plan going forward. Given his psychological behavior, patterns. This is
going to get a lot harriers soon, I understand. True to my prediction.
The following day I was visited by Kruntz. It was never a mystery
when he derived the man was as subtle as a sledgehammer. So your Italian
patience was feeling in need of your further setrapeutic endeavors. I see. Do
you check on all my patients comings and going only in so far as is
necessary? Tell me now what particular problem was he experiencing this time. That's
not for me to tell someone like you. You're not a doctor to fail
in this your God will be very detrimental to your health and velvine Well,
I gave him some advice to follow over his recurring bad dreams. Come now,
doctor, you will have to do better than that. Believe me if
I tell you you are skating on very thin ice. Keeps that in mind.
I have many ice and ears on you, but no that to see
if you wendsy ice gives way a feet is sane. I was not visited
again by my Italian patient for well over a year when he again came in
to see me. Cruns, meanwhile, had been making increasingly explicit threats for
months. I had stalled with vague promises of intelligence to share, but needed
something and soon I doc it's your favorite Italian come out from under the covers
again and needed some therapy. I'm having too much sex for a beautiful woman.
It's very distressing. What can I do? You should be more careful,
maybe stop coming here. Well, this time I have something for you.
And just supposing you're a crout friend again wants some information. Here's what's
afoot. Crazy Horse is terrified of an Allied assault in the Balkans. He
realizes in that region for much of his industrial raw materials. Yet he knows
an assault the south into Europe is inevitable. Greece and Sardinia are other options
geographically. Yes, we intend to confuse him with fake invasion plans. We
want you to say whether or not our friend would be convinced. Would he
infect stick to his own decision despite any opposing thoughts from his high command.
He will stick to his own decisions and damn the generals who poses him.
That's what we hoped. The plan is to get fake invasion plans into the
hands of the advert German intelligence. Now do you propose to achieve that a
drowned Royal Marines officer supposedly from a plane crash, will be washed up on
a coast of southern Spain. A suitable corps will be decked out as a
set officer with fake documents indicating plans for a coming assault by the Allies through
Sardinia and Greece, whereas the real event will be through the Old Homeland.
If you give my drift right, Spain is ostensibly neutral at this time,
but they do have sympathy for the excess power, so it stands to reason
that the advert will be given secret access to the deceptive documents. Once this
information reaches Old Crazy Horse, he'll want to move his resources to reinforce Peloponnesia
and Sardinia. You're fortunate in that our friend is very superstitious and believes in
luck. Once he knows the source of the information, he'll regard it as
a divine intervention on his rightful behalf, and he'll cling to it through hell
and high water. Yes, yes he will. That's what we needed to
know. You better make sure a crowd friend gets a message and passes it
onto the Old Crazy Horse. Your therapy has made me feel so much better
To take care of yourself, doc, until our next session Chow. As
expected, My first patient the following day was the unavoidable Houseman. Well,
doctor, zetapeutic advice have you for meet today? I've been contemplating your previous
advice to me concerning your vulnerability. You mean yes, yes, yes,
So I've decided to comply with your needs. My Italian patient as a recurrent
dream. You can cut the Serapecabaltic doctor. Just tell it straight, very
well. There is to be an invasion by Allies into southern Europe through Greece
and Sardinia. It will be in June next year. Not true the Balkans
of Sicily. No, now that that latter would entail an advance through the
whole of Italy, and the Balcons are too well defended coastwide, while broad
based Landings has said would lead directly into Europe's on the belly. It seems
you are becoming quite a military strategist. Doctor. I can only tell you
what I've been told. Hofmann. How was this information put to you by
your Italian patient? He said, The dummy plan was for the Allies to
invade through Sicily. Notwithstanding the disadvantages I mentioned a few. It does not
fant his forces engaged alongside the Italian fascists. He does not trust them to
fight, of course not. The Mediterranean times are better at making love than
war. They're not as disciplined as we Northerners. The Arrians. You mean
as he say, and I'm reluctant to give you anything else until you can
give me some news concerning Tilde, Miss Manleaven. That may not be in
my power, but you have done failed so far, Doctor, I will
try. The following summer, the Allied landings in Sicily met with little opposition
by the Italian Army, and soon after that Italy surrendered following heavy bombing or
Berlin. At the time, Hitler ordered the evacuation of civilians from the city,
and I received a note from Frank, who signed himself Francisco, asking
me to meet him at one of the remaining Berlin metro stations. It was
somewhat reminiscent of the similar meeting I had had some years earlier with Officerccruise.
So Doc, we meet again. Fortunately, the old Homeland did not suffer
too much with the Allied landings in advance, and the Italian Army was no
match from Uncle's bunch plus the British and the Canadians. But even though Italy
has surrender, Western Europe camp be liberated from the south through That's why plans
are underway for the Allies to invade somewhere along the Atlantic seaboard within the next
year. And what information would you like me to advance to my crowd friend?
Consider this? The obvious route to Europe from the west is the pad
to Calais, the narrowest part of the English Channel, or from Scotland over
to Norway and link with the Russian forces for advance into the rest of the
europe South and east, two distinct alternatives. Crazy Horse cannot protect the full
fifteen hundred miles of Atlantic coastline, but he'll deploy his reinforcements wherever he believes
he needs them. He'll consider the west facing coast of France down as far
as the Spanish boarder too exposed for a strategic, major amphibious assault. You
are getting good at this dock. Go on. We want to convince him
that Calais and Norway will be simultaneous invasions. You'll then deploy his reserve forces
with those locations in mind. He'll be wrong if we can convince him.
That's where you can help us. So tell me to give authenticity to the
Pad of Calais scenario. There is to be a phony build up of troops
and equipment in England and Kent. This is largely a subterfugeac sercise god transmissions
and information outlets local press, gossip radio and so on will give veracity to
events. Simultaneously, there is to be a troop build up in Scotland for
the Norwegian assault. With similar fake news chatter, the Jerry will be able
to decipher. The actual location of the invasion is not yet publicized. It's
just these false venues released at present, and we need to get that information
firmly established in the mind of our adversary. That should not be a problem.
I expect to visit from my friend as soon as he can materialize.
My superiors are very concerned by the facts at your previous information, but entirely
at oddsvit. Reality is that my fault. Surely plans change sometimes no.
In light of your recent visit, tell me what you have to assure me
is true. My patient informs me that there will be too simultaneous invasion in
coming months, show me, yeah, I'm this man. Shortly after this
visit from Kruntz, I received a summon to visit the fewer you disappoint me,
doctor, really mind fewer? How's that? I thought we had an
agreement, not to say, you had an order to keep me as your
soul terpy patient with respect, Arol. I have to make my living professionally.
I'm let to understand that among your patients you have an Italian individual from
time to time. Yes, I do see an Italian patient. I don't
trust Italians, never have even that. Benito Muslini is a mere printing puppet.
If you say so, Furer, I do he gave up it leave
without a fight. Now he's capitulated. What a betrayal. I don't take
betrayals. I know how to deal with betrayal in all its forms. Do
you understand that, doctor? Of course I do. All I've learned that
about you over the years of our therapy sessions. You do well to keep
that in mind, doctor. I knew then just how thin was the eyes
to which Kruntz have referred previously. Is there anything particularly you wish me to
help you with today, Furer, No, Just bear in mind my deep
concerns certainly mind furer I we then I left, fully aware how dangerous my
situation had now become. I could expect a visit from the Gestapo anytime.
I was determined to leave Berlin right away and travel home. My grandfather had
reason to died, my mother was sick, and my father was getting too
freight. It was a good time to finally see my family in My true
situation came to light when I went to make my travel arrangement. I was
told that I was on the record as a specially listed person and not permitted
to leave Germany. Hitler indeed had me trapped my fear of a Gestapo visit
would remain knowing at me like an insect trapped inside my brain. I managed
to get a phone call through to Sweden and could not believe my mother's inquiring
why don't you marry that lovely girl Mathilde. After I'd explained the whole situation
of her disappearance along with her family, it started the whole distracted thought process
in me again. We kept in contact by telephone and letters as my mother
continued to decline until she passed away late in nineteen forty It was then,
having arranged my father's care under the capable hands of his nurse housekeeper, that
I knew I would not get out of Berlin. While hostilities continued, I
redoubled my efforts to find out about Tilde. To this end, I first
needed to locate Bernheim and allay approve my old suspicions. The Normandy landing had
indeed occurred in the middle of nineteen forty four, and the war in Europe
was not going in Germany's favor. When early in nineteen forty five I managed
to find out where Professor Bernheim was living in his secluded retirement. We had
seen nothing of each other for some years, not since he suddenly and quietly
left Berlin, and I was told he had retired due to failing health,
though he'd always seemed very robust to me. I decided to pay him a
visit, as I continued to hold on to my suspicions that he had been
some hi instrumental in the disappearance of Tildy and the whold mon Leaf and household.
I found him living in a run down yet formerly grand rural property several
miles south of Berlin. His duped and withered frame was the travesty of his
former solid strength that was only yet present in the gaze from his cold blue
eyes. After taking the tea tray from his aged housekeeper, he picked up
an envelope that was propped against the pot. She is very sick, he
said, as he handed the envelope to me, and I was overcome with
questions, how, what, when? For how long? Bernheim went on
to explain in cold, calculating terms that yes, the man Leavings have been
suspected of being Jewish, but it was then decided that they were not,
though her man Leaving had often expressed Jewish sympathies. This resulted in his being
sent east to a labor camp. The mother had been dispatched to a concentration
camp where should the following year from cerebral tuberculosis. And though we know nothing
of the fate of the whereabouts of the two younger men Tilleda's brothers, rich
Fewer, Himmler himself had determined Tilda's fate. As a young, attractive and
accomplished female, Himmler decided that she was to be entered into a Laban's born
program, breed and clinic that was set up to promote the Aryan race.
Aryan men were encouraged to impregnate the female who selected for that purpose. In
truth, the places were nothing more than high class brothels. Subsequently, they
had become establishment for various genetic and other unethical experiments. It had been then
that a final dissent in Bernheim had opted for obscure retirement rather than face his
own threatened deportation as a dissident to the party's doctrine. He then told me
that a broken til It was now permanently institutionalized, and that I might not
wish to visit her at the address I would find inside the envelope. I
assured him that it was my definite intention to go to see her. I
could not believe the duplicity of this man, one that I once is revered,
and his obvious and sordid involvement from the very onset I thought his parting
remark was his unkindest cut. I tell you this now, Drummeric, because
I'm old and sick, and I don't want these burdens on my conscience when
I go. But was it his final pronouncement? Ever? The loyal Nazi
he had not the betrayal up his sleeve. As I left him to his
shabby surroundings without turning back, I did not see him shuffling towards the telephone.
I discovered later him must have gone for it the second I departed.
When I arrived at the mental institution east of Berlin, where my beloved Tilda
was incarcerated, I asked as a doctor to see her medical records, but
was politely yet firmly refused, though my visit to her was allowed. I
followed the stiff back nurse to the cell like room and was led in.
The nurse left, and I heard the key turn in the lock as she
returned to her post. Surrounded by dull brown walls, Tilden I faced each
other in shocked and motionless silence. I could not believe the awful changes in
her that confronted me. Gone was the bright, joyful spirit and beauty I
had known and loved. In its place stood a shrunken, sallow skinned operation
that had been my beautiful and cherished lover. Her eyes, one so bright
and beguiling, were now sunken and ill focused. Her once subtle yet strong
fingers were nodded and deformed as she clasped them to her sunken cheeks, surrounding
the dry, withered lips, once so full and luscious. Her hard,
icy stare began to destroy my composure. Her unspoken message that it was I
who had caused her to come to this awful degradation kilt nod at me.
Yet what had I done? Could I have prevented Ana? The past events?
I could only say her name over and over and over, Tildee,
Tildee, what have they done to you? Finally, clasping her arms around
her shrunken shoulder, she turned silently and moved towards the small bared window.
At that moment, I saw the extent of the ravages that advanceyphilis had taken,
the characteristic, hard, broad based gait, an unmistakable sign of late
syphilis, the decease described to me by my elders when I was a boy,
The disease endlessly passed between men and women over the centuries, the disease
that led to madness. I cursed those men who had, in the name
of science, abused her endlessly, for all their proud arium blood a pox
upon them. But now there was a newly discovered medication penicillin that promised the
cure, without turning from the window at last, till they spoke a voice,
hard and rasping, how can you come here after what chief done to
me? Till live? My love? What did I do? What should
I have done? Differently? You want to come back? I will be
back till they believe me, Love, I'll be back. Don't come back,
nash. The door opened the omen's immediately, and the nurse pulled me
outside by my arm. As she read locked the door, we heard the
sound of breaking glass inside. She reopened till the cell and I faced my
nightmare, my horror of horror. Tilde has slashed one of her wrists with
a shard of glass from the broken window, then plunged the same spike into
her groin and severed her femoral artery. Even as I fell upon her and
tried to stop the pulsating jet of blood, Tildy died beneath me, And
that was blood everywhere, Tilde Tildy. Then I knew, whatever the cost,
whatever my hypocritic ath demanded, I would not stop my intention to kill
Hitler. As only I knew how I would drive him to his own silvery
side. Just as he has joven my tilty. As I knelt distraught and
blooded beside tilled his body, I felt firm hands gripped my shoulders. Looking
up, I saw two gustop men standing behind me. They pulled me unceremonially
to my feet, But I didn't fear them. No, It's what I
wanted, because I knew where they would be taking me to him. The
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