‘And he did let the villagers go before the worst of the fighting started,’ Carter said.
‘Exactly. Have you got the file on him?’
Carter got his briefcase and extracted a couple of sheets stapled together. Munro examined it. ‘Oberstleutnant Kurt Steiner, age twenty-seven. Remarkable record. Crete, North Africa, Stalingrad. Knight’s Cross with Oak Leaves.’
‘I’m always intrigued by his mother, sir. Boston socialite. What they call “Boston Brahmin”.’
‘All very fine, Jack, but don’t forget his father was a German general and a damn good one. Now, what about Steiner? How is he?’
‘There seems no reason to doubt a complete recovery. There’s an RAF hospital for bomber crews with burns problems just outside Norwich. Rather small. Used to be a nursing home. We have Steiner there under secure guard. The cover story is that he’s a downed Luftwaffe pilot. Rather convenient that German paratroopers and Luftwaffe aircrews wear roughly the same uniform.’
‘And his wounds?’
‘He was damn lucky there, sir. One round hit him in the right shoulder, at the rear. The second was a heart shot, but it turned on the breastbone. The surgeon doesn’t think it will take long, especially as he’s in remarkable physical shape.’
Munro went and got another small whisky. ‘Let’s go over what we know, Jack. The whole business, the plot to kidnap Churchill, the planning. Everything was done without Admiral Canaris’s knowledge?’
‘Apparently so, sir, all Himmler’s doing. He pressured Max Radl at Abwehr headquarters to plan it all behind the Admiral’s back. At least that’s what our sources in Berlin tell us.’
‘He knows all about it now, though?’ Munro said. ‘The Admiral I mean?’
‘Apparently, sir, and not best pleased, not that there’s anything he can do about it. Can’t exactly go running to the Fuhrer.’
‘And neither can Himmler,’ Munro said. ‘Not when the whole project was mounted without the Fuhrer’s knowledge.’
‘Of course Himmler did give Max Radl a letter of authorization signed by Hitler himself,’ Carter said.
‘Purporting to be signed by Hitler, Jack. I bet that was the first thing to go into the fire. No, Himmler won’t want to advertise this one.’
‘And we don’t exactly want it on the front of the Daily Express, sir. German paratroopers trying to grab the Prime Minister, battling it out with American Rangers in an English country village?’
‘Yes, it wouldn’t exactly help the war effort.’ Munro looked at the file again. This IRA chap, Devlin. Quite a character. You say that your information is that he was wounded?’
‘That’s right, sir. He was in hospital in Holland and simply took off one night. We understand he’s in Lisbon.’
‘Probably hoping to make it to the States in some way. Are we keeping an eye on him? Who’s the SOE’s man in Lisbon?’
‘Major Arthur Frear, sir. Military attach‚ at the Embassy. He’s been notified,’ Carter told him.
‘Good.’ Munro nodded.
‘So what do we do about Steiner, sir?’
Munro frowned, thinking about it. ‘The moment he’s fit enough, bring him up to London. Do we still house German prisoners of war in the Tower?’
‘Only occasionally, sir, transients passing through the small hospital. Not like the early days of the war when most of the captured U-boat people were housed there.’
‘And Hess.’
‘A special case, sir?’
‘All right. We’ll have Steiner at the Tower. He can stay in the hospital till we decide on a safe house. Anything else?’
‘One development, sir. Steiner’s father was involved, as you know, in a series of army plots aimed at assassinating Hitler. The punishment is statutory. Hanging by piano wire and by the Fuhrer’s orders the whole thing is recorded on film.’
‘How unpleasant,’ Munro said.
‘The thing is, sir, we’ve received a film of General Steiner’s death. One of our Berlin sources got it out via Sweden. I don’t know if you’ll want to see it. It’s not very nice.’
Munro was angry, got up and paced the room. He paused suddenly, a slight smile on his mouth. ‘Tell me, Jack, is that little toad Vargas still at the Spanish Embassy?’
‘Jose Vargas, sir, trade attach‚. We haven’t used him in a while.’
‘But German Intelligence are convinced he’s on their side?’