âDo you know the name Katarina Heinrich?â
âKatarina Heinrich?â Meissner said.
âKatarina Heinrich, yes.â
âNo, I donât think so.â
âRight! Well, then, take care. Iâll see you later in the week.â
âPleasure,â Winterbotham said.
They left Fritz Meissner sitting on his bed, looking after them with a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âWhat do you think?â Taylor asked.
âHeâs lying.â
âWith any luck weâll find the proof in those letters. Then we can go back and confront him with that.â Taylor pinched out his cigarette and tucked it carefully into his breast pocket. âI almost hope weâre wrong. If sheâs got the same training that Fritz had, sheâll be a handful.â
âWhen do you expect sheâll try to make contact?â
âItâs been thirteen days since she went on the run. I would say she could reach England as early as next week.â
Winterbotham nodded. âI assume youâre watching the ports.â
âAs best we can. But thereâs an awful lot of cargo coming in from America these days, human and otherwise.â
Winterbotham frowned. Even in his sleep-deprived state, he had begun to get a clear picture of the tasks before him. Getting Ruth back to England was the priority. But to do that, he would need to move farther ahead with his masquerade for the Abwehr , convincing them he had information of use to them. To do that, he would need Schroeder to continue brokering the deal. To do that, he would need the full support of MI-5. And to get that, he would need to help them clear their plate of their top priority: finding the Heinrich woman before she got her information back to Germany.
Besides , he reminded himself, if she does get the contents of those blueprints to Berlin, and they do manage to build the chain-reaction bomb before the Americans, rescuing Ruth wonât make any difference. Weâll all be dead and Hitlerâs armies will be goose-stepping right down Downing Street .
âLetâs go have a look at those letters,â he said.
âVery good,â Taylor said. âCare to stop for a bite first? Iâve got a friend at the Savoyââ
âNow,â Winterbotham said.
5
NEWFOUNDLAND BASIN, THE ATLANTIC OCEAN
MAY 1943
The RMS Queen Mary sailed through the night.
Her cargo holds were stocked with timber, meat, sugar, fuel oil, explosives, powdered milk, diesel, steel, tobacco, and lead. Her cabins and decks were filled with people: merchant seamen, American servicemen, Catholic missionaries, women from the Red Cross, and a handful of brave civilians who were willing, for reasons of their own, to risk the roving U-boat patrols scattered throughout the Atlantic.
Sister Abigail Harbert believed that she had just met one of the nicer people on board the Queen Mary , a young woman named Eleanor Lewis. Young woman was not the fairest way to think of her, perhaps, since she was actually very close to Sister Abigailâs age, but Sister Abigail considered herself to have been made wise and ancient by her devotion to Jesus. Eleanor Lewis, on the other hand, had not yet accepted Christ as her savior. But she was a brave and kind young woman nonetheless, and Sister Abigail believed that she might very well be able to convert Eleanor Lewis before they pulled into port six days hence, if she kept at it.
Eleanor was a pretty young woman with dark-brown hair cut short, a conservative style of dress, and a wet look in her green-gray eyes. That wet look, to Sister Abigail, encouraged sympathy. Eleanor always seemed on the verge of tears, even when she was telling a story as inspiring as the one she had just finished telling.
âMy darling Al,â Eleanor said, when Sister Abigail asked her why she was willing to risk the wolf packs roaming these black waters. âHe was wounded in an accident last
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