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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Introduction
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Epilogue
  57. Glossary
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Acknowledgements
  60. 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.’