He knew Emil Korsch would be intrigued. Korsch had, some years ago, been extremely interested in the baron and the goings-on around his estate, as a means of getting information on that pastor he’d had such a vendetta against. Since the Bonhoeffer fellow had been thrown into prison Korsch hadn’t mentioned the name Dortmann again. He’d seemed to forget the Christian element altogether in his passion to locate that Jewish rabbi he’d been after all this time. Every communication, whether confidential memo or telephone call or personal visit, had centered around whatever information Gustav had been able to gather about the rabbi, the supposed network of which he was a part, and whatever remaining gathering of Jews might yet secretly exist in Berlin. Gustav had spent a good deal of his efforts over the last two years in the attempt to lay his hands on information concerning the whereabouts of Rabbi Wissen, while Korsch himself had been following him in the south and in Switzerland.

Perhaps, he thought, it’s time to bring Korsch back to something more tangible. There were no more Jews left in Germany, or so Goebbels had declared over a year ago.

But the Christians—they still posed a serious threat! The Bonhoeffer fellow may have been in prison, but the implication was circulating that he and other leading Christians had been involved in the assassination plot against Hitler a few weeks ago.

What if—

Gustav’s hand suddenly shot to his forehead and his eyes opened wide in disbelief!

Baron von Dortmann!

He was known to have connections with the Bonhoeffer traitor! It was for just such a reason that Korsch had hired him in the first place—to watch him. Then the war had taken them both off in different directions.

But—it had to be true! There could be no other explanation for the suddenly obvious string of facts.

The thought was too unbelievable! Too deliciously, perfectly, fantastically incredible!

Here it had been, all this time, right under his nose!

Gustav couldn’t believe it. Everything fit! It had to be true!

He had uncovered what would bring Sabina’s father down, what would put her very life in his hands, and information that would insure his place in Korsch’s schemes for after the war.

It was such a discovery, it might even make him a hero! A medal from the Führer himself!

He would contact Korsch immediately!

No, come to think of it, he would get more information first. He would be sure of himself before he blew this little spy network sky-high!

He flew from the apartment, not even stopping to lock the door. He had to have someone he could trust for this assignment, someone with an innocent look whom they would feel sorry for and admit into their confidence.