At eight o'clock in the morning Freiherr Hugo Reiss, the Reichs Consul1 in San Francisco, stepped from his MercedesBenz 220-E and walked briskly up the steps of the consulate2. Behind him came two young male employees of the Foreign Office. The door had been unlocked by Reiss' staff, and he passed inside, raising his hand in greeting to the two switchboard girls, the vice-Consul Herr Frank, and then, in the inner office, Reiss' secretary, Herr Pferdehuf.
"Freiherr," Plerdehuf said, "there is a coded radiogram coming in just now from Berlin. Preface One."
That meant removing his overcoat and giving it to Pferdehuf to hang up.
"Ten minutes ago Herr Kreuz vom Meere called. He would like you to return his call."
"Thank you," Reiss said. He seated himself at the small table by the window of his office, removed the cover from his breakfast, saw on the plate the roll, scrambled3 eggs and sausage, poured himself hot black coffee from the silver pot, then unrolled his morning newspaper.
The caller, Kreuz vom Meere, was the chief of the Sicherheitsdienst in the PSA area; his headquarters were located, under a cover name, at the air terminal. Relations between Reiss and Kreuz vom Meere were rather strained. Their jurisdiction4 overlapped5 in countless6 matters, a deliberate policy, no doubt, of the higher-ups in Berlin. Reiss held an honorary commission in the SS, the rank of major, and this made him technically7 Kreuz vom Meere's subordinate. The commission had been bestowed8 several years ago, and at that time Reiss had discerned the purpose. But he could do nothing about it. Nonetheless, he chafed9 still.
The newspaper, flown in by Lufthansa and arriving at six in the morning, was the Frankfurter Zeitung. Reiss read the front page carefully. Von Schirach under house arrest, possibly dead by now. Too bad. G?ring residing at a Luftwaffe training base, surrounded by experienced veterans of the war, all loyal to the Fat One. No one would slip up on him. No SD hatchetmen. And what about Doctor Goebbels?
Probably in the heart of Berlin. Depending as always on his own wit, his ability to talk his way out of anything. If Heydrich sends a squad10 to do him in, Reiss reflected, the Little Doctor will not only argue them out of it, he will probably persuade them to switch over. Make them employees of the Ministry11 for Propaganda and Public Enlightenment.
He could imagine Doctor Goebbels at this moment, in the apartment of some stunning12 movie actress, disdaining13 the Wehrmacht units bumping through the streets below. Nothing frightened that Kerl. Goebbels would smile his mocking smile. . . continue stroking the lovely lady's bosom14 with his left hand, while writing his article for the day's Angriff with --
Reiss' thoughts were interrupted by his secretary's knock. "I'm sorry. Kreuz vom Meere is on the line again."
Rising, Reiss went to his desk and took the receiver. "Reiss here."
The heavy Bavarian accents of the local SD chief. "Any word on the Abwehr character?"
Puzzled, Reiss tried to make out what Kreuz vom Meere was referring to. "Hmmm," he murmured. "To my knowledge, there are three or four Abwehr 'characters' on the Pacific Coast at the moment."
"The one traveling in by Lufthansa within the last week."
"Oh," Reiss said. Holding the receiver between his ear and shoulder, he took out his cigarette case. "He never came in here."
"What's he doing?"
"God, I don't know. Ask Canaris."
"I'd like you to call the Foreign Office and have them call the Chancery and have whoever's on hand get hold of the Admiralty and demand that the Abwehr either take its people back out of here or give us an account of why they're here."
"Can't you do that?"
"Everything's in confusion."
They've completely lost the Abwehr man, Reiss decided15. They -- the local SD -- were told by someone on Heydrich's staff to watch him, and they missed a connection. And now they want me to bail16 them out.
"If he comes in here," Reiss said, "I'll have somebody stay on him. You can rely on that." Of course, there was little or no chance that the man would come in. And they both knew that.
"He undoubtedly17 uses a cover name," Kreuz vom Meere plodded18 on. "We don't know it, naturally. He's an aristocratic-looking fellow. About forty. A captain. Actual name Rudolf Wegener. One of those old monarchist families from East Prussia. Probably supported von Papen in the Systemzeit." Reiss made himself comfortable at his desk as Kreuz vom Meere droned away. "The only answer as I see it to these monarchist hangers-on is to cut the budget of the Navy so they can't afford . . ."
Finally Reiss managed to get off the phone. When he returned to his breakfast he found the roll cold. The coffee however was still hot; he drank it and resumed reading the newspaper.
No end to it, he thought. Those SD people keep a shift on duty all night. Call you at three in the morning.
His secretary, Pferdehuf, stuck his head into the office, saw that he was off the phone, and said, "Sacramento called just now in great agitation19. They claim there's a Jew running around the streets of San Francisco." Both he and Reiss laughed.
"All right," Reiss said. "Tell them to calm down and send us the regular papers. Anything else?"
"You read the messages of condolence."
"Are there more?"
"A few. I'll keep them on my desk, if you want them. I've already sent out answers."
"I have to address that meeting today," Reiss said. "At one this afternoon. Those businessmen."
"I won't let you forget," Pferdehuf said.
Reiss leaned back in his chair. "Care to make a bet?"
"Not on the Partei deliberatons. If that's what you mean."
"It'll be The Hangman."
Lingering, Pferdehuf said, "Heydrich has gone as far as he can. Those people never pass over to direct Partei control because everyone is scared of them. The Partei bigwigs would have a fit even at the idea. You'd get a coalition20 in twenty-five minutes, as soon as the first SS car took off from Prinzalbrechtstrasse. They'd have all those economic big shots like Krupp and Thyssen --" He broke off. One of the cryptographers had come up to him with an envelope.
Reiss held out his hand. His secretary brought the envelope to him.
It was the urgent coded radiogram, decoded21 and typed out.
When he finished reading it he saw that Pferdehuf was waiting to hear. Reiss crumpled22 up the message in the big ceramic23 ashtray24 on his desk, lit it with his lighter25. "There's a Japanese general supposed to be traveling here incognito26. Tedeki. You better go down to the public library and get one of those official Japanese military magazines that would have his picture. Do it discreetly27, of course. I don't think we'd have anything on him here." He started toward the locked filing cabinet, then changed his mind. "Get what information you can. The statistics. They should all be available at the library." He added, "This General Tedeki was a chief of staff a few years ago. Do you recall anything about him?"
"Just a little," Pferdehuf said. "Quite a fire-eater. He should be about eighty, now. Seems to me he advocated some sort of crash program to get Japan into space."
"On that he failed," Reiss said.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he's coming here for medical purposes," Pferdehuf said. "There've been a number of old Japanese military men here to use the big U. C. Hospital. That way they can make use of German surgical28 techniques they can't get at home. Naturally they keep it quiet. Patriotic29 reasons, you know. So perhaps we should have somebody at the U.C. Hospital watching, if Berlin wants to keep their eye on him."
Reiss nodded. Or the old general might be involved in commercial speculations30, a good deal of which went on in San Francisco. Connections he had made while in service would be of use to him now that he was retired31. Or was he retired? The message called him General, not Retired General.
"As soon as you have the picture." Reiss said, "pass copies right on to our people at the airport and down at the harbor. He may have already come in. You know how long it takes them to get this sort of thing to us." And of course if the general had already reached San Francisco, Berlin would be angry at the PSA consulate. The consulate should have been able to intercept32 him -- before the order from Berlin had even been sent.
Pferdehuf said, "I'll stamp-date the coded radiogram from Berlin, so if any question comes up later on, we can show exactly when we received it. Right to the hour."
"Thank you," Reiss said. The people in Berlin were past masters at transferring responsibility, and he was weary of being stuck. It had happened too many times. "Just to be on the safe side," he said, "I think I'd better have you answer that message. Say, 'Your instructions abysmally33 tardy34. Person already reported in area. Possibility of successful intercept remote at this stage.' Put something along those lines into shape and send it. Keep it good and vague. You understand."
Pferdehuf nodded. "I'll send it right off. And keep a record of the exact date and moment it was sent." He shut the door after him.
You have to watch out, Reiss reflected, or all at once you find yourself consul to a bunch of niggers on an island off the coast of South Africa. And the next you know, you have a black mammy for a mistress, and ten or eleven little pickaninnies calling you daddy.
Reseating himself at his breakfast table he lit an Egyptian Simon Arzt Cigarette Number 70, carefully reclosing the metal tin.
It did not appear that he would be interrupted for a little while now, so from his briefcase35 he took the book he had been reading, opened to his placemark, made himself comfortable, and resumed where he had last been forced to stop.
. . . Had he actually walked streets of quiet cars, Sunday morning peace of the Tiergarten, so far away? Another life. Ice cream, a taste that could never have existed. Now they boiled nettles36 and were glad to get them. God, he cried out. Won't they stop? The huge British tanks came on. Another building, it might have been an apartment house or a store, a school or office; he could not tell -- the ruins toppled, slid into fragments. Below in the rubble37 another handful of survivors38 buried, without even the sound of death. Death had spread out everywhere equally, over the living, the hurt, the corpses39 layer after layer that already had begun to smell. The stinking41, quivering corpse40 of Berlin, the eyeless turrets42 still upraised, disappearing without protest like this one, this nameless edifice43 that man had once put up with pride.
His arms, the boy noticed, were covered with the film of gray, the ash, partly inorganic44, partly the burned sifting45 final produce of life. All mixed now, the boy knew, and wiped it from him. He did not think much further; he had another thought that captured his mind if there was thinking to be done over the screams and the hump hump of the shells. Hunger. For six days he had eaten nothing but the nettles, and now they were gone. The pasture of weeds had disappeared into a single vast crater46 of earth. Other dim, gaunt figures had appeared at the rim47, like the boy, had stood silent and then drifted away. An old mother with a babushka tied about her gray head, basket -- empty -- under her arm. A one-armed man, his eyes empty as the basket. A girl. Faded now back into the litter of slashed48 trees in which the boy Eric hid.
And still the snake came on.
Would it ever end? the boy asked, addressing no one. And if it did, what then? Would they fill their bellies49, these --
"Freiherr," Pferdehuf's voice came. "Sorry to interrupt you. Just one word."
Reiss jumped, shut his book. "Certainly."
How that man can write, he thought. Completely carried me away. Real. Fall of Berlin to the British, as vivid as if it had actually taken place. Brrr. He shivered.
Amazing, the power of fiction, even cheap popular fiction, to evoke50. No wonder it's banned within Reich territory; I'd ban it myself. Sorry I started it. But too late; must finish, now.
His secretary said, "Some seamen51 from a German ship. They're required to report to you."
"Yes," Reiss said. He hopped52 to the door and out to the front office. There the three seamen wearing heavy gray sweaters, all with thick blond hair, strong faces, a trifle nervous. Reiss raised his right hand. "Heil Hitler." He gave them a brief friendly smile.
"Heil Hitler," they mumbled53. They began showing him their papers.
As soon as he had certified54 their visit to the consulate, he hurried back into his private office.
Once more, alone, he reopened The Grasshopper55 Lies Heavy.
His eyes fell on a scene involving Hitler. Now he found himself unable to stop; he began to read the scene out of sequence, the back of his neck burning.
The trial, he realized, of Hitler. After the close of the war. Hitler in the hands of the Allies, good God. Also Goebbels, G?ring, all the rest of them. At Munich. Evidently Hitler was answering the American prosecutor56.
. . . black, flaming, the spirit of old seemed for an instant once again to blaze up. The quivering, shambling body jerked taut57; the head lifted. Out of the lips that ceaselessly drooled, a croaking58 half-bark, half-whisper. "Deutsche, hier steh' Ich." Shudders59 among those who watched and listened, the earphones pressed tightly, strained faces of Russian, American, British and German alike. Yes, Karl thought. Here he stands once more. . . they have beaten us -- and more. They have stripped this superman, shown him for what he is. Only a. . .
"Freiherr."
Reiss realized that his secretary had entered the office. "I"m busy," he said angrily. He slammed the book shut. "I'm trying to read this book, for God's sake!"
It was hopeless. He knew it.
"Another coded radiogram is coming in from Berlin." Pferdehuf said. "I caught a glimpse of it as they started decoding60 it. It deals with the political situation."
"What did it say?" Reiss murmured, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and fingers.
"Doctor Goebbels has gone on the radio unexpectedly. A major speech." The secretary was quite excited. "We're supposed to take the text -- they're transmitting it out of code -- and make sure it's printed by the press, here."
"Yes, yes," Reiss said.
The moment his secretary had left once more. Reiss reopened the book. One more peek61, despite my resolution. He thumbed the previous portion.
. . . in silence Karl contemplated62 the flag-draped casket. Here he lay, and now he was gone, really gone. Not even the demon-inspired powers could bring him back. The man -- or was it after all Uebermensch? -- whom Karl had blindly followed, worshiped. . . even to the brink63 of the grave. Adolf Hitler had passed beyond, but Karl clung to life. I will not follow him, Karl's mind whispered. I will go on, alive. And rebuild. And we will all rebuild. We must.
How far, how terribly far, the Leader's magic had carried him. And what was it, now that the last dot had been put on that incredible record, that journey from the isolated64 rustic65 town in Austria, up from rotting poverty in Vienna, from the nightmare ordeal66 of the trenches67, through political intrigue68, the founding of the Party, to the Chancellorship69, to what for an instant had seemed near world domination?
Karl knew. Bluff70. Adolf Hitler had lied to them. He had led them with empty words.
It is not too late. We see your bluff, Adolf Hitler. And we know you for what you are, at last. And the Nazi71 Party, the dreadful era of murder and megalomaniacal fantasy, for what it is. What it was.
Turning, Karl walked away from the silent casket. . .
Reiss shut the book and sat for a time. In spite of himself he was upset. More pressure should have been put on the Japs, he said to himself, to suppress this damn book. In fact, it's obviously deliberate on their part. They could have arrested this -- whatever his name is. Abendsen. They have plenty of power in the Middle West.
What upset him was this. The death of Adolf Hitler, the defeat and destruction of Hitler, the Partei, and Germany itself, as depicted72 in Abendsen's book. . . it all was somehow grander, more in the old spirit than the actual world. The world of German hegemony.
How could that be? Reiss asked himself. Is it just this man's writing ability?
They know a million tricks, those novelists. Take Doctor Goebbels; that's how he started out, writing fiction. Appeals to the base lusts73 that hide in everyone no matter how respectable on the surface. Yes, the novelist knows humanity, how worthless they are, ruled by their testicles, swayed by cowardice74, selling out every cause because of their greed -- all he's got to do is thump75 on the drum, and there's his response. And he laughing, of course, behind his hand at the effect he gets.
Look how he played on my sentiments, Herr Reiss reflected, not on my intellect; and naturally he's going to get paid for it -- the money's there. Obviously somebody put the Hundsfott up to it, instructed him what to write. They'll write anything if they know they'll get paid. Tell any bunch of lies, and then the public actually takes the smelly brew76 seriously when its dished out. Where was this published? Herr Reiss inspected the copy of the book. Omaha, Nebraska. Last outpost of the former plutocratic77 U.S. publishing industry, once located in downtown New York and supported by Jewish and Communist gold.
Maybe this Abendsen is a Jew.
They're still at it, trying to poison us. This jüdisches Buch -- He slammed the covers of the Grasshopper violently together. Actual name probably Abendstein. No doubt the SD has looked into it by now.
Beyond doubt, we ought to send somebody across into the RMS to pay Herr Abendstein a visit. I wonder if Kreuz vom Meere has gotten instructions to that effect. Probably hasn't, with all the confusion in Berlin. Everybody too busy with domestic matters.
But this book, Reiss thought, is dangerous.
If Abendstein should be found dangling78 from the ceiling some fine morning, it would be a sobering notice to anyone who might be influenced by this book. We would have had the last word. Written the postscript79.
It would take a white man, of course. I wonder what Skorzeny is doing these days.
Reiss pondered, reread the dust jacket of the book. The kike keeps himself barricaded80. Up in this High Castle. Nobody's fool. Whoever gets in and gets him won't get back out.
Maybe it's foolish. The book after all is in print. Too late now. And that's Japanese-dominated territory. . . the little yellow men would raise a terrific fuss.
Nevertheless, if it was done adroitly81. . . if it could be properly handled.
Freiherr Hugo Reiss made a notation82 on his pad. Broach83 subject with SS General Otto Skorzeny, or better yet Otto Ohlendorf at Amt III of the Reichssicherheitshauptamt. Didn't Ohlendorf head Einsatzgruppe D.?
And then, all at once, without warning of any kind, he felt sick with rage. I thought this was over, he said to himself. Does it have to go on forever? The war ended years ago. And we thought it was finished then. But that Africa Fiasco, that crazy Seyss-Inquart carrying out Rosenberg's schemes.
That Herr Hope is right, he thought. With his joke about our contact on Mars. Mars populated by Jews. We would see them there, too. Even with their two heads apiece, standing84 one foot high.
I have my routine duties, he decided. I don't have time for any of these harebrained adventures, this sending of Einsatzkommandos after Abendsen. My hands are full greeting German sailors and answering coded radiograms; let someone higher up initiate85 a project of that sort -- it's their business.
Anyhow, he decided, if I instigated86 it and it backfired, one can imagine where I'd be: in Protective Custody87 in Eastern General Gouvernement, if not in a chamber88 being squirted with Zyklon B hydrogen cyanide gas.
Reaching out, he carefully scratched the notation on his pad out of existence, then burned the paper itself in the ceramic ashtray.
There was a knock, and his office door opened. His secretary entered with a large handful of papers. "Doctor Goebbels' speech. In its entirety." Pferdehuf put the sheets down on the desk. "You must read it. Quite good; one of his best."
Lighting another Simon Arzt Number 70 cigarette, Reiss began to read Doctor Goebbels' speech.
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