Admiral Wilhelm Canaris was fifty-six. A U-boat captain of distinction in the First World War, he had headed the Abwehr since 1935 and despite being a loyal German had always been unhappy with National Socialism. Although he was opposed to any plan to assassinate Hitler, he had been involved with the German resistance movement for some years, treading a dangerous path that was eventually to lead to his downfall and death.
That morning, as he galloped along the ride between the trees in the Tiergarten, his horse’s hooves kicked up the powdered snow rilling him with a fierce joy. The two dachshunds which accompanied him everywhere, followed with surprising speed. He saw Schellenberg standing beside his Mercedes, waved and turned towards him.
‘Good morning, Walter. You should be with me.’
‘Not this morning,’ Schellenberg told him. Tm off on my travels again.’
Canaris dismounted and Schellenberg’s driver held the horse’s reins. Canaris offered Schellenberg a cigarette and they went and leaned on a parapet overlooking the lake.
‘Anywhere interesting?’ Canaris asked.
‘No, just routine,’ Schellenberg said.
‘Come on, Walter, out with it. There’s something on your mind.’
‘All right. The Operation Eagle affair.’
‘Nothing to do with me,’ Canaris told him. ‘The Fuhrer came up with the idea. What nonsense! Kill Churchill when we’ve already lost the war.’
‘I wish you wouldn’t say that sort of thing out loud,’ Schellenberg said gently.
Canaris ignored him. T was ordered to prepare a feasibility study. I knew the Fuhrer would forget it within a matter of days and he did, only Himmler didn’t. Wanted to make life disagreeable for me as usual. Went behind my back, suborned Max Radl, one of my most trusted aides. And the whole thing turned out to be the shambles I knew it would.’
‘Of course Steiner almost pulled it off,’ Schellenberg said.
‘Pulled what off? Come off it, Walter, I’m not denying Steiner’s audacity and bravery, but the man they were after wasn’t even Churchill. Would have been quite something if they’d brought him back. The look on Himmler’s face would have been a joy to see.’
‘And now we hear that Steiner didn’t die,’ Schellenberg said. ‘That they have him in the Tower of London.’
‘Ah, so Rivera has passed on his dear cousin’s message to the ReichsFuhrer also?’ Canaris smiled cynically. ‘Doubling up their reward as usual.’
‘What do you think the British will do?’
‘With Steiner? Lock him up tight until the end of the war like Hess, only they’ll keep quiet about it. Wouldn’t look too good, just as it wouldn’t look too good to the Fuhrer if the facts came to his attention.’
‘Do you think they’re likely to?’ Schellenberg asked.
Canaris laughed out loud. ‘You mean from me? So that’s what all this is about? No, Walter, I’m in enough trouble these days without looking for more.
You can tell the ReichsFuhrer that I’ll keep quiet if he will.’
They started to walk back to the Mercedes. Schellenberg said, ‘I suppose he’s to be trusted, this Vargas? We can believe him?’
Canaris took the point seriously. ‘I’m the first to admit our operations in England have gone badly. The British secret service came up with a stroke of some genius when they stopped having our operatives shot when they caught them and simply turned them into double agents.’
‘And Vargas?’
‘One can never be sure, but I don’t think so. His position at the Spanish Embassy, the fact that he has only worked occasionally and as a freelance. No contacts with any other agents in England, you see.* They had reached the car. He smiled, ‘Anything else?’
Schellenberg couldn’t help saying it, he liked the man so much. ‘As you well know, there was another attempt on the Fuhrer’s life at Rastenburg. As it happened, the bombs the young officer involved was carrying, went off prematurely.’
‘Very careless of him. What’s your point, Walter?’
‘Take care, for God’s sake. These are dangerous times.’
‘Walter. I have never condoned the idea of assassinating the Fuhrer.’ The Admiral climbed back into the saddle and gathered his reins. ‘However desirable that possibility may seem to some people, and shall I tell you why, Walter?’