Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Introduction
- Prologue
- 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
- Epilogue
- Glossary
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
Back at the People’s Police headquarters, before she could even brief Tilsner on the strange Interhotel meeting, she found herself having to deal with a slightly breathless Jonas Schmidt.
‘Ah, Comrade Müller. I’m glad I’ve found you. I’ve finally had a chance to study those files of encoded data in detail, and I think I’ve cracked the code and worked out what it all means.’
‘Go on.’
Schmidt looked pointedly at Tilsner at the adjoining desk. ‘I think it would be easier if you came down to the lab and we went through them there, Comrade Hauptmann. Some of the information is a little sensitive.’
Tilsner laughed. ‘That’s OK, both of you. Keep me out of the loop, why don’t you? I’m obviously utterly untrustworthy. I might as well go out to the nearest bar and start cracking open the beers.’
‘Don’t be like that, Werner,’ said Müller. ‘I’m sure that’s not what Jonas meant.’ Despite what she said aloud, privately she knew it was exactly what her forensic scientist was implying. ‘I’ll fill you in on everything in a few minutes’ time.’
*
As they descended to the forensic laboratory in the elevator, Müller could tell Schmidt still wasn’t going to talk publicly about his findings until they were actually in the sanctuary of his work environment. But even there, the Kriminaltechniker was taking no chances. As he’d done on previous cases in Berlin, he ushered his commanding officer into the lab’s dark room, switched on the eerie red safety light, and closed the door.
‘Can’t you just put the normal light on, Jonas?’
‘The bulb’s gone, I’m afraid, Comrade Hauptmann, and I haven’t got round to fixing it yet. You should be able to see all you need with this.’
Müller sighed, and gave a small nod. ‘Come on then. What have you found?’
‘Well I’ve managed to decipher the documents. They’re written in a form of what’s known as a Caesar cipher – a very early version of coding.’
‘What does that mean?’ asked Müller.
‘Well, for example, each letter might be transposed by three spaces in the alphabet. So the letter “a” becomes the letter “d”, a “b” is an “e” and so on.’
Müller frowned. ‘That doesn’t sound as though it would be a terribly difficult code to crack. I might even manage it.’
‘Precisely, Comrade Hauptmann. But it can be made almost indecipherable by using a Vigenère cipher.’
‘What’s that when it’s at home?’
‘It’s just a way of – if you like – disrupting the Caesar cipher in a particular order, that can only be solved using a special alphabetical table – a tabula recta. The table shifts the alphabet along, and which position you use depends on a repeating keyword.’