Macurdy awoke to dawnlight filtering through sooty unwashed windows. Anna still slept. His watch read 6:14, Greenwich Daylight Time; he wondered when they’d be picked up, or whether someone would come there to examine them. Geltman hadn’t returned, so he poked among the man’s books. Most were in English, but some were in Hebrew script, Yiddish, Macurdy supposed, and wondered if Geltman could actually read them. If in fact Geltman read any of them; his life history didn’t suggest someone who read much. After a while, Macurdy settled on one, a stout volume entitled–History of England from the Accession of James the Second, by Thomas Babington Macaulay. He didn’t, he realized, know much about English history, so sitting on a sooty windowsill beside the bookcase, he browsed the book for quite a while, returning it to the shelf whenever he heard feet in the hall.
While he browsed, Anna got up and disappeared into the bathroom, to emerge muttering that the tub wasn’t fit for swine. She was poking around the small kitchen when Macurdy heard voices in the corridor and popped the book into its slot again. One of the voices was Geltman’s, followed a moment later by a key rattling in the lock. While donning his Montag persona, Macurdy made a mental note to check Macaulay out of the Nehtaka County Library someday. Fritzi would like it too.
Geltman brought with him a long, rawboned man with quick nervous movements and a Cockney accent. Dispensing with introductions, which was understandable, Geltman told his guests they were leaving right away. “To breakfast,” he added.
A taxi was parked at the curb. The Cockney got in behind the wheel, Geltman beside him, Anna and Montag in back, and drove off. The two men in front talked the whole trip in Yiddish, which surprised Macurdy: It hadn’t occurred to him there were Jewish cockneys. He understood snatches of it from its kinship to German and its sprinkling of English. They were talking about the war, and rationing.
About two miles from Geltman’s, the driver let them out. Geltman paid him presumably the cabby had to account for his gas if not his time-and led them into a Chinese restaurant. It was nearly empty of customers at that hour, and so quiet, it seemed to Macurdy that sound was somehow suppressed there. The Chinese host even walked soundlessly. Geltman asked for a private room, “Just large enough for four or five.” Nodding, the Chinese led them to one, smiled, presented them with small, dog-eared menus, and left.
Geltman spoke quietly to Anna in English. “We will meet someone here,” he said, then gave his attention to the menu. Shortly a waitress arrived with tea, and following Geltman’s lead, Anna and Montag ordered the “Assorted Chinese Favorites.” They had no idea whether Geltman was familiar with the plate or not.
Before the food arrived, the man they were waiting for came in, sitting down without asking, his cool gaze appraising Anna and Montag. Macurdy evaded it, while Anna returned it calmly, no doubt reading the man’s thoughts. Finally their visitor spoke to her, quietly and in very proper, public school English, with a hint of accent that Macurdy guessed was Scandinavian.
“Are you familiar with Professor Gebhardt? Personally or by reputation?”
“I’ve never heard of him,” Anna replied. “What of Friedrich Krohn?”
“He’s well enough known. He publishes the Volkischer Beobachter, or did at one time.”`
“Anything else?”
“Not insofar as I’m aware.”
“Colonel Sanne?”
“I’m not free to speak of Colonel Sanne; I was assigned elsewhere, previous to my present activity”
The man paused to digest that for a few seconds. “And what of Aktion Hess?”
She snorted, as if impatient with the questions. “Many people knew of that, though most not by name. It was talked about openly where I was previously assigned.”
Her answers opened Macurdy’s eyes; Anna was more than simply a psychic recruited for the Voitik Project. He began to see why MI5, and perhaps more, the SIS would be interested in her.
The visitor nodded as if satisfied, and stood up. “Thank you for an interesting conversation, Miss Hofstetter,” he said, and nodding, left.
Macurdy would have liked to ask her questions of his own, but there sat Geltman, so they simply waited till their meal was brought to them. Then they ate and left.