For the next few minutes, Lockhart tried to revive Rudolph, but he knew it was no good. It wasn’t that he cared about the man, just what was in his brain. Where were the rockets?

“Where are the bloody rockets?” he shouted at Rudolph’s corpse. “You bastard! Where are the bloody rockets?”

He felt Leni’s hand tug his arm.

“He’s dead—leave him.”

Lockhart climbed off the bed.

“I suppose we’d better get out of here,” he said.

“What about him?” asked Leni, nodding toward Schwarz.

“Damn.”

Lockhart checked him over—he was still breathing.

“What are you going to do?” asked Leni.

“Well, we can’t leave him. I’ll have to shoot him.”

The idea of killing a man in cold blood revolted Lockhart. Did he have a choice? No. He turned back to the bed.

“Pass me the machine…”

Leni already had the machine gun in her hands and was walking over to him. Lockhart held out his hand, but she did not pass him the weapon.

“Please move,” she said.

“Leni! No!”

“Move,” she insisted.

Leni’s eyes were alight. Her expression told him that she was not to be argued with, that her mind was made up. Lockhart stepped back.

“Go on,” he said quietly.

Leni stood over Schwarz, the barrel of the gun pointing at his chest.

“This,” she said, “is on behalf of my parents.”

With that, she fired. Schwarz’s body flinched and shuddered and then lay still. The recoil from the gun knocked Leni back so hard that Lockhart thought she was about to fall, but she regained her balance.

“Right,” she said. “Let’s go.”

“Hold on,” said Lockhart. “There’s something I need to retrieve from the late Obersturmführer Schwarz.”

Lockhart removed Schwarz’s Luger from its holster, emptied it of its bullets, and put them in his pocket. Just as Leni was taking a coat from the cupboard, the piercing wail of an air-raid siren started.

“Christ,” said Lockhart. “It never rains but it pours.”

“What?” said Leni, putting the coat on.

“Just an English expression. Have you got an air-raid shelter here?”

“No—but there’s one down the street.”

“Well let’s go then.”

Leni pointed toward the four corpses.

“And them?”

“Leave them,” said Lockhart. “We’ve got to go!”

He grabbed Leni by the wrist and pulled her toward him.

“You won’t be coming back here,” he said. “Is there anything you need to take?”

Leni stared at him.

“I’ve got some money.”

“Well get it and let’s go!”

Leni ran to the desk and pulled out a drawer. Attached to the back of it was a brown envelope, out of which she extracted a sizable roll of Reichsmarks.

“All right,” she said. “I’m ready.”