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I was an Allied spy living in a castle in Nazi Germany, a man using the
identity of a dead woman, but I was about to discover I wasn't the only
one with secrets.
THE CROSSING - part 5
by BobH
(c) 2015
- 11 -
It was Thursday 12th August 1943, another gloriously sunny day. Once
again, lunchtime found me sitting at one of the tables outside the small
cafe on Rumstahl's village square. I was reading a book and glancing up
every couple of minutes to scan the square and the small streets leading
off it. Four days had passed since I'd escaped from Stalag Luft XII
prisoner of war camp with Major Mark Benton, and two days since we were
separated. Now here I sat, hoping against hope that he would make
contact.
Franz, the cafe's young proprietor, brought me my second cup of coffee.
He was smiling and attentive, seeing me as an attractive young woman, and
it was hard to miss the lust in his eyes. I was ruefully contemplating
the effect I had on members of my own gender while dressed as a woman
when I spotted someone signalling to me from the mouth of one of the
narrowest of the streets. I couldn't tell whether or not it was Benton,
but I also couldn't imagine who else would be trying to attract my
attention. Leaving the coffee untouched, I gathered up my book and my
handbag and casually strolled across the square and into that street.
"Over here, Ripley," said a voice from a deeply shadowed doorway.
It was Benton. My relief on seeing him was enormous. It meant I was no
longer alone in this, something I'd been more frightened of than I'd
realised. When I got a clear look at him, I was surprised to see Benton
now had a thick moustache in place of his beard.
"You shaved your beard off," I said, stating the obvious.
"What the movies get wrong about beards as a disguise is they see it as
something you add to your face, but it's not," he said, glancing up and
down the tiny street to make sure no one else was around, "it's something
you *subtract* from your face. A false beard is a false beard. Get caught
wearing one and you have some explaining to do. Not so a real beard,
which you can shave off by degrees, altering your appearance as you go,
and no one questions it. I left the moustache so that if I need to
disappear in a hurry I can shave it off and immediately no longer fit any
descriptions of me that have been issued. But what about you? I almost
didn't recognize you."
"I'm living in the castle now, with access to better quality clothing and
make-up than they could whip up for me in the camp," I explained.
"You've already infiltrated the castle? Great work, Ripley. Tell me
everything."
So I did, up to and including what I'd learned about Peenemunde. When I
finished, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"This is good; better than I'd hoped for, in fact. I need to get
everything you told me off to London tonight."
"Via your man in the village," I said, "the one with the radio. Don't you
think you should tell me who it is?"
"No, for your safety and his that's the last thing I should tell you.
I've been trained to withstand torture, but neither of you have. If
either of you is captured the other would be a dead man."
"I suppose," I said, unable to deny his logic.
"That's also why we can't be seen together," he said, "because if I get
captured the finger of suspicion would then automatically fall on you.
But I think I know how we can get around that. Can you be here every
lunchtime, with a book?"
"I think so, yes."
"Good, because if I need to contact you I can then take the table behind
yours and we can surreptitiously communicate without it looking like
we're together. But I'll only do this when I need to contact you. Sitting
behind you every day would soon be noticed."
"What about if I need to contact you?"
"That's a nice, leather-bound book you have. Is it from the castle
library?"
"Yes."
"Are they all like that?"
"Most of them."
"Most of them. Is there one with a particularly distinctive cover?"
"As it happens there's a poetry anthology bound in red leather."
"That will do the job. When you need to contact me make sure you're
carrying that volume. If I see it I'll know to take a table near you. If
you're carrying a different book and I don't need to contact you myself,
I won't approach. In the meantime keep up the good work and make sure you
stay in the von Rumstahls' good graces. As long as you're in that castle
you're an invaluable asset to the Allied cause."
"I'll do my best," I promised.
He gave me a wry smile.
"I know you will. And I must say, you really do look very convincing,
Ripley."
"Maybe," I said, "but when I swore an oath to serve king and country I
never imagined I'd be doing so in lipstick, heels, and a dress. But what
about you? What happened to you after you went into the river? I hoped to
see you here yesterday."
"The river was much stronger than I expected, and it carried me further
downstream than I'd bargained for. It's taken me 'til now to make it to
the village, have my contact find me somewhere to live and set me up as a
general purpose handyman, and to then finally seek you out. I'd been told
there was a newcomer in town and that she had been seen at the cafe
yesterday lunchtime. I'd hoped this was you and that you'd be there again
today."
"You heard about Hitler's visit two weeks ago?"
"Of course. And if my plane hadn't come down before I could get here I'd
have bagged the swine. My contact had the sniper rifle ready and waiting
for me. Oh well, spilt milk and all that. Our priority now is the Count.
Given what we know of him, I suspect this Wernher von Braun won't be the
last high-profile visitor to the castle. Is he still there?"
"No, he left on the morning train. There are two a day in each
direction."
"Are they expecting any other visitors in near future?"
"There's someone named Hans Strohmann arriving this afternoon," I said.
"Driving here in his own car, apparently. He's a lieutenant in the
Wehrmacht. From the way she smiles when she says his name, Gerda von
Rumstahl is particularly looking forward to seeing him, but he doesn't
sound like someone who'd be of any interest to London."
"A pity. Still, I think what you've already discovered shows how
important it is for us to have a spy in that castle. We should part now.
The longer we talk the greater the chance of someone coming by and seeing
us together. And we daren't have that. I'll leave first. Wait five
minutes, then you leave via the back streets and return to the castle."
And with that he was gone.
- 12 -
When I got back to Castle Rumstahl, I was surprised to see Heinrich the
chauffeur in the courtyard, loading luggage into the Duesenberg. I was
about to ask him why when Helmut appeared.
"Ah, Eva!" he said, giving me a big smile, "you're just in time!"
"I am? For what?"
"For lunch, of course. Will you join me in my study?"
"I'd love to."
Whereas breakfast and dinner were meals taken in the dining hall, lunch
tended to be something grabbed on the go. Helmut always ate at the desk
in his study, taking a break from his work to do so, and Gerda tended to
take a packed lunch with her so that she could eat between seeing
patients at her surgery. I had so far eaten lunch alone in my room, the
maid Helga usually bringing me bread, cheese, and some cold cuts of meat.
So this invitation was a first, but a welcome one. With luck I might be
able to glean some more intelligence. As courteous as ever, Helmut pulled
out the chair in front of his desk for me before taking his own seat.
"Are you going away?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied. "I didn't say anything earlier but both Wernher and I
have been summoned to Berlin for a meeting. He took the morning train but
I had things to finish up here first, so I'll be catching the afternoon
train an hour from now and meeting up with him in Berlin. A shame I won't
get to see as much of Hans Strohmann as I'd like. He's the only person
who's ever out-fenced me and I was hoping for a rematch. Still, he is
coming mainly to see Gerda. Even so, I should be back by Sunday so we
might be able to fit one in. If I'm early enough we might even all be
able to go riding together."
"Sounds like fun," I said, though it was some years since I'd last ridden
a horse. "I hope your summons isn't anything serious."
"I'll know when I get to Berlin."
"If it's something you're allowed to tell me, what exactly is it you do?"
I said. "I imagine running the lands around here and the business of the
village takes up a certain amount of your time, but that's not all you
do, is it? I can't imagine that would be enough to keep you shut away in
this study for so many hours each day."
"No, it isn't," he agreed. "That's very astute of you. But I'm afraid I
can't tell you what else it is that occupies my time since it involves
the security of the fatherland."
"I probably wouldn't understand it even if you could tell me," I said.
"If all the books in here are anything to go by it would be too technical
for me. I never was any good at mathematics, science, or much of anything
other than looking pretty."
"Which anyone with eyes can see you're very good at," said Helmut,
looking me up and down appreciatively, "but you're selling yourself
short. You don't have to talk with someone for very long to discover
whether they're intelligent or not. We've spent hours talking after our
meals together and though you may not have accomplished much
academically, I can tell you have a sharp mind."
"That's very sweet of you, Helmut," I said. "People often compliment me
for my looks, but rarely for my mind."
There was a knock on the door to the study.
"Come," said Helmut.
It was Helga with our lunches. She laid the tray down on the desk, gave a
small curtsey, and departed. It was the usual bread and cheese, this time
accompanied by a large sausage of some sort, a small pot of pickle, and a
pair of apples. Helmut sliced up the sausage, cut us each a couple of
rounds of bread, and we then ate together in silence for a while.
"So," said Helmut, dabbing his mouth with a napkin, "I hope you're
enjoying it here."
"I am," I said, "very much so. Being able to be myself like this means so
much to me."
"I'm glad. I...that is we...my sister and I, are very much enjoying you
being here also. To Gerda you're like the little sister she always
wanted, I think. And the village? What do you make of it?"
"Being from the big city it's smaller and quieter than I'm used to, but
its charms are growing on me. I particularly appreciate being able to sit
in the sun at a table outside the cafe while reading a book."
This last was said to establish and emphasize that practice, of course,
since I needed to do it every day, or as close to every day as I could
manage.
"Of course, of course, but I'm told you spend several hours alone in your
room each day while Gerda and I are working. I hope you're not bored or
lonely then?"
These were the periods I spent listening in to Helmut from behind the
airbrick in his study, trying to figure out what he was saying on the
phone while only having his side of the conversation, and I needed to be
able to keep doing so.
"No, not at all," I said. "I've always been happy with my own company,
and when I'm not reading or taking a long, leisurely bath I get to swan
around in the fabulous dresses in my closet and to practice my make-up
skills."
"I'm glad," said Helmut, giving a sigh of relief. "I was worried we were
being bad hosts."
He stood up.
"I have to leave very shortly. May I escort you to your room?" he said,
offering me his arm.
"I'd like that," I said, taking it.
This was unnecessary, but Helmut seemed to enjoy treating me with old
fashioned courtesy. If it kept him happy then I was happy to go along
with it. He led me up the stairs to the door of my room, where I turned
to face him.
"Thank you, Helmut," I said. He smiled.
"It was my pleasure, Eva."
He gave me a strange look, then leaned down and kissed me softly on the
lips. Startled, I took a step backwards.
"I'm sorry," he said, "holding his hands up. "If my attentions are
unwelcome...."
"No, no," I said, recovering my composure. "Not unwelcome,
just...unexpected."
Remembering what Benton had said about staying in the von Rumstahls' good
graces, I smiled up at Helmut, placed my hands on his shoulders, and
parted my lips slightly. He leaned in again and we shared a brief, open
mouthed kiss - though without tongues, thank the Lord. I really wasn't
ready for that.
"We must continue this when I get back," said Helmut, smiling.
"I'd like that," I said, returning his smile.
When he left it was with a definite extra spring in his step. I went into
my room, closed the door, and leaned back against it, my heart pounding.
"God, oh god!" I whispered, feeling panicked.
I'd been playing the part of the person the von Rumstahls assumed I was
with all of my considerable acting skill, and I had played it well. Too
well. This charade of mine had suddenly gotten a whole lot more
complicated.
- 13 -
"Helmut kissed me!"
Gerda saw the expression on my face and laughed. She had come from her
bedroom, which was opposite mine, to accompany me down to dinner, and I
had blurted out what had happened earlier, the only thing I had been able
to think about in the hours since then.
"Oh dear, you really hadn't guessed yet, had you?" she said, chuckling.
"My brother likes very pretty, very feminine girls who are really boys.
Girls like you and Steffi."
"Steffi?" I said, pretending I hadn't heard the name before.
"Before it was yours, this bedroom and everything in it belonged to her."
Ah, that was one mystery explained!
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"I think perhaps I'd better let Helmut answer any questions you have
concerning Steffi. But what about you? How did you feel when he kissed
you? Tell me everything."
"It was a surprise at first, a shock, but it was...nice."
"Just 'nice'?" said Gerda, raising an eyebrow.
"All right, it was really, *really* nice," I said, smiling shyly since
that was what she was expecting. "It made my heart race."
That last bit was true, but not for the reasons Gerda would assume. I
could feel myself blushing. I'd let a man kiss me, had returned his kiss
even, and was now claiming I enjoyed it. Gerda, of course, took my
blushes as evidence of something other than the embarrassment they were.
"You obviously like strong, commanding, manly types - alpha males - so
being kissed by Helmut was bound to set your heart racing. Remember, the
first boy you were attracted to was the captain of your school football
team. Which makes perfect sense when you think about it. Their
masculinity complements your femininity, so it's only natural for you to
be excited by them."
None of this was true for me, but it was true for the character I was
playing. I silently cursed the chain of circumstances that had led to me
being in this predicament.
"I...I think you're right, Gerda," I said, having no choice but to agree
with her.
"It's understandable if you're a little nervous about what might happen
next," she said, coming over and hugging me. "Now let's go down to
dinner."
She took my arm and we descended the stairs together before crossing to
the dining room, where a surprise awaited us.
"Hans!" cried Gerda delightedly when she saw the uniformed figure
awaiting us there, peaked cap under his arm, looking very dashing.
She rushed over to him and they embraced.
"What happened? We expected you here hours ago."
"Roadblocks," he said. "I only just arrived, so I thought I'd surprise
you."
I'd thought Helmut was handsome, but Hans was in a whole other league.
Tall, square-jawed, with high cheekbones and the bluest eyes I've ever
seen, he could have been the poster boy for the ideal of Aryan perfection
the Nazis aspire to. He was blond of course, his hair shaved short at the
back and sides, and he wore the high leather boots and stiff-collared
grey-green uniform of an officer the Wehrmacht. In other words he was
regular military and not one of those SS bastards. He turned those
disconcerting eyes on me.
"And who do we have here?"
"Eva, this is Hans Strohmann, and Hans, this is Eva Schumacher."
"Enchanted, Fraulein," he said, clicking his heels and giving a little
bow.
"I'll have the staff bring in dinner," said Gerda, hitting the small gong
on the mantel over the fireplace.
Hans pulled our chairs out for Gerda and me and I was impressed by how he
carried himself. There was male swagger yes, but he also moved like one
of the great cats of the jungle, radiating strength and confidence. As
the kitchen staff entered carrying trays of food, so Hans sat down. He
took Helmut's place at the head of the table, of course.
"Ahh," he said as they piled meat and potatoes onto his plate, "this
beats military rations any day of the week."
It was a sentiment I wholeheartedly concurred with. As we ate, we talked.
"Why were there roadblocks?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"There was a mass escape of British airmen from Stalag Luft XII on Sunday
night, though it wasn't discovered until the following morning."
"I hadn't heard anything about this," said Gerda, sounding concerned.
"No reason you should have. They'd have to be mad to strike off in this
direction, after all. I thought it was a bit pointless having roadblocks
for people heading east, but I suppose they were just being thorough."
"Have they caught any of the escapees?" I asked, hoping the answer would
be no.
"According to the guards on one of the roadblocks I stopped at they've
rounded up about twenty so far, something like half of those who escaped.
I imagine they'll recapture most of the others over the next week or two.
Grost is furious, of course. He called in the camp commandant, Colonel
Klingermann, and gave him a real dressing down for allowing the escape to
happen."
"'Grost?'"
"Albrecht Grost, head of the Gestapo for this region and, unfortunately,
our cousin," said Gerda, disgust on her face. "Even as a child he was a
bully. The rise of the Nazis has allowed him to give full reign to that
impulse."
"Then I hope I never get on his wrong side," I said. I turned to Hans.
"If it's something you're allowed to talk about, where have you seen
action?" I asked him.
"Hans fought in the invasion of France," said Gerda, proudly, "and he's
now part of the occupying forces."
"How exciting!" I said, wondering if he might have some information
London could use after all. "Where are you stationed?"
"Paris, I'm happy to say," he replied. "It's a beautiful city and I'm so
glad the Fuhrer declared it should not be bombed but taken intact. Europe
would be immeasurably poorer had it been reduced to rubble."
"What's it like there?"
"We have first call on the best restaurants, the finest wines. I'm a
soldier and fighting is my craft, but I would be quite happy to spend the
rest of the war enjoying its delights."
"Do you think they'll let you?"
"Perhaps. We keep hearing rumours we're about to be redeployed to Italy
to bolster our forces there, but it hasn't happened yet. The country
might well have fallen to the Allies already if not for our boys. The
Romans were the finest soldiers of the ancient world. I don't think they
would be very impressed by their modern day descendants."
"I haven't been keeping up with the situation in Italy," admitted Gerda.
"Is it really that bad?"
"With Mussolini deposed by anti-fascists last month and the Allies
cutting a swathe through Sicily, it's not looking good."
While showing no outward reaction, I cheered inwardly at this news.
"God, it's good seeing you again!" said Gerda, gazing at him adoringly.
"You'll be seeing a bit more of me than we expected, too," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"My leave got extended. I don't need to report back until Tuesday."
Gerda squealed, actually *squealed* with delight at this news.
She and he were in celebratory mood and we all drank more wine than we
probably should have, finishing off two bottles of Riesling. They
obviously wanted to catch up so, not wanting to play gooseberry, I
excused myself early and returned to my room. Hans had been very charming
and attentive, and had flirted with me as well as with Gerda. I'd enjoyed
his company, but he hadn't told me anything London would be interested
in. Still, he *had* helped take my mind off the kiss for a few hours, and
for that I was grateful.
Back in my room I kicked off my pumps, changed into a nightgown and
carefully hung my evening dress back in the closet. Removing my
jewellery, I sat at the dressing table and took my make-up off with cold
cream. I studied my reflection, touching painted nails to my lips and
remembering the kiss and what it had felt like. It had been the first
time Helmut had kissed me, but I knew it wouldn't be the last. Like it or
not I had to accept that fact and to mentally prepare for it.
I heard laughter in the corridor outside my room. It seemed Hans and
Gerda had also decided to retire early. I opened my door a crack and was
just in time to see them stumbling into her room. They paused in the
doorway momentarily, kissing hungrily. Gerda's back was to me, but Hans
saw me watching them. He winked at me before pushing the door closed,
knowing what I had seen and not caring. I was stunned. His tunic had been
undone and Gerda had been fondling his breast. A very shapely, very
*female* breast.
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To be continued
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