‘It was one of a dozen identity cards stolen by the resistance from German engineers who’d been sent here to work on the Gestapo headquarters. They came into the hands of the police and we’ve kept them safe, so to speak.’

‘Won’t they be looking out for the names if the cards were stolen?’

‘They were stolen over a year ago. Hopefully they’ll have forgotten about them.’

Prince shook his head. ‘It’s crazy. My German’s not good enough.’

‘Don’t say much; you’re an engineer after all. Just mutter.’

Chapter 15

Berlin; Rostov-on-Don, December 1942–January 1943