to meet a friend of mine. Fritz Meissner, Harry Winterbotham.â
Meissner brought his cigarette to his mouth and took a laconic drag.
âPleased to meet you,â he said.
âThe pleasureâs mine,â Winterbotham said stiffly.
âIâve brought you some things,â Taylor said, and handed Meissner a package he had carried from the car.
Meissner immediately dug through it, lining up his treasures on the bed: a carton of cigarettes, matches, chocolates, a bottle of vodka, and a copy of Esquire magazine. He held the last up and examined the cover, where a leggy, hippy Varga girl was posed seductively. He looked pained.
âAndrew,â he moaned, âwhat are you trying to do to me?â
âAll the way from America, Fritz. Take good care of itâsoon enough the American censors will put a stop to it.â
âYouâll make me crazy,â Meissner said. But he took the magazine and added it carefully to the pile on the bed.
There was one chair in the room; Winterbotham took it while Taylor remained standing. For several moments they went through the rituals of lighting their various tobaccos. Meissner ignited a new cigarette from the butt of his last. Winterbotham puffed out a cloud of orange-flavored smoke.
Taylor said, âPerhaps it is a bit cruel of me. But you must admit, she is attractive.â
âHm?â
âThe girl,â Taylor said, nodding at the magazine on the bed.
âAh,â Fritz said. He looked at the Varga girl again, then nodded. âSheâs not bad.â
âJust not bad?â
âIâve seen better.â
âLike Anna Wagner?â Taylor said.
Something flickered in Meissnerâs eyes. âAs a matter of fact,â he said, âyes. Anna Wagner, among others.â
âTell me about Anna.â
âIâve told you before, Andrew. Are things that lonely at home?â
Taylor smiled. âTell me again, Fritz, if you donât mind.â
âAnna,â Meissner said. âAnna, Anna. So long ago, but I think I remember. A true beauty, Anna was. She worked in her husbandâs shop in Berlinââ
âWhat kind of shop?â
âA pastry shop.â
âGo on.â
âAnd she took a liking to me,â Meissner said, âand I to her. We were friends, for a time. Then she and her husband moved to America. And that was the end of it.â
âAnd suddenly, after ten years, she wrote to you.â
âMm,â Meissner said.
âWhy do you think she waited ten years, Fritz?â
Meissner shrugged. âPerhaps thatâs how long it takes for a wife to become bored enough of her husband to start thinking of old love affairs.â
âShe wrote to you three times in two months. Then she stopped again.â
âYes,â Meissner said.
âWhy is that, do you think?â
âAndrew, you ask too much of me. Who could understand the mysteries of women?â He looked at Winterbotham and grinned a sly grin that spoke of male camaraderie.
âI suppose so,â Taylor said. âBut I should warn you, Fritz, that we are in the process of reexamining the letters you received from Anna Wagner. I sincerely hope that we will not find anything, of course. Because if we were to find something, that would mean that youâve been lying to me. And weâve known each other far too long to be lying to each other.â
Meissner exhaled a cloud of smoke, seemingly unperturbed. âYou wonât find anything,â he said, âexcept the sad words of a sad woman who wishes she had never let me go.â
âVery good. Thatâs all I wanted to know. Harry, do you have anything to add?â
Winterbotham shook his head.
âThen I suppose weâll be off.â
Winterbotham stood, pipe clamped between his teeth, and followed Taylor to the door.
âAh! One more thing,â Taylor said, turning back with his hand on the knob.
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