We left the bodies where they lay and took our places in the buckets, only this time it was Kestner and not Oltramare who sat with me and Frau Kemmerich. Kestner could see I was upset about what had happened, and after my earlier remarks about his membership in the KPD he was in the mood to press home what he now perceived to be some kind of advantage over me.

“What’s the matter? Can’t bear the sight of blood? And I thought you were a tough guy, Gunther.”

“Let me tell you something, Paul. Although it’s none of your business. I’ve killed people before. In the war. After that I thought the whole world had learned a lesson, but it hasn’t. If I have to kill someone again, I’m going to make sure I make a good start by killing someone I want to kill. Someone who needs killing. So keep chirruping in my ear and see what happens, comrade. You’re not the only man in this bucket who can put a bullet in the back of another man’s head.”

He was quiet after that.

The evening turned to dusk. I kept my eyes on the trees above the road, and if I stayed silent it was because the noise inside my head was indescribable. I suppose it was the echo of those machine pistols. I would hardly have been surprised to find the ghosts of the men we had slain sitting in the buckets beside us. Silent and motionless, withdrawn into my own ego, I waited for the nightmare that was our journey to end.

Toulouse was called the Rose City. Almost all the buildings in the center of town, including our hotel, Le Grand Balcon, were pink, as if we had been looking through the chief inspector’s rose-colored spectacles. I decided to adopt this as a persona to help me achieve what I now needed to achieve. And my breathing was easier now, which also helped. So the following morning at breakfast, I greeted Major Bömelburg and the two French policemen warmly. I was even courteous to Paul Kestner.

“My apologies for yesterday,” I said generally. “But before I left Paris, the doctor at the hospital gave me something to help me carry out my duties. And he warned me that after it wore off I might behave in a peculiar way. Perhaps I shouldn’t have come at all, but as you can probably imagine, I was rather anxious to carry out the mission given to me by General Heydrich, at almost any cost to myself.”

Bömelburg was looking rather more thin and gray than the day before. Kestner might have spent the whole night polishing his bald head, so shiny did it seem. Oltramare said something in French to the commissioner, who put on his pince-nez and regarded me with indifference before nodding his apparent approval.