Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- What Happened to the Witnesses?
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Rory Clements Readers’ Club
- Letter from Author
‘What do you know of the villages of Grünegg and Almrosen?’
‘Well, I have been to both of them. They are very pretty Tyrolean resorts and high farming communities. Why?’
‘Did you ever meet a man named August Jaeger in Almrosen. He’s a mountain guide.’ For the first time, Wilde detected some hesitation in Hanna Reitsch, some doubt perhaps over what to say. ‘Well?’
She nodded slowly. ‘Yes, I have met August Jaeger. He is a fine man, well thought of by all who love the mountains.’
‘So he’s a friend?’
‘I don’t know him well enough to call him that.’
‘If anyone was going to find some sort of hideout or concealed fortress in the Alps, he’d be the man, right?’
‘If . . . if . . . if . . . this is all crazy conjecture, Professor. Why not speak to August? Ask him.’
‘We will, but I’m interested to hear that you’re his friend. When did you last meet him?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe two, three years ago. I like to ski in that part of the world. Have you heard of ski touring, when you move from mountain to mountain over long distances? I like that very much, and he is a good companion and guide.’
‘Sounds like a very close friend,’ Heck said, returning to the conversation. ‘Did you ever visit Wildspitze with him?’
‘The high mountain? No, I am certain we never went that far. Wildspitze must be a hundred and fifty kilometres from Almrosen. Easy for a man like August Jaeger, but not so easy for me. Why do you mention Wildspitze?’
Wilde ignored her question. ‘You know it, though?’
‘I have flown over it, yes. It is a beautiful mountain, second highest in Austria, I believe.’
Heck pushed back his chair and got to his feet. ‘Come on, Professor, this woman is going to give us nothing.’
Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Wilde and Heck arrived in Berlin late at night at the OSS bureau in the Dahlem suburb and were welcomed by Richard Helms, who had been waiting up for them. Wilde knew him well from the last months of the war when he arrived to man the German desk at 70 Grosvenor Street – OSS headquarters in London.
They shook hands warmly and then Helms introduced himself to Heck. ‘I have to apologise,’ he said. ‘AWD has had to go to Wiesbaden, so you’re stuck with me. He asked me to ensure you were provided for and given every assistance. We have set aside quarters for you here.’
‘Any word from the Soviets?’ Wilde asked. ‘We want to speak to two of their prisoners – Otto Günsche and Heinz Linge.’