Read Hitler's Secret Online

Authors: William Osborne

Tags: #Young Adult

Hitler's Secret (6 page)

BOOK: Hitler's Secret
9.62Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

They reached the village Otto had spotted from the woods well before six in the morning. They gave it a wide berth to avoid meeting any locals. Farmers were often up at first light. Once past it, they checked Otto’s map again and were surprised to discover that the village had to be Reit im Winkl. It meant that they had at least landed west of the River Inn, which was something. Together they plotted a simple course that would take them east and then north to the town of Prien. From there they could catch a local train to the port of Stock on the Chiemsee.

It promised to be a hot day, and they were already sweating under the weight of their packs. Otto retrieved his water bottle and took a long swig before passing it to Leni. She gazed around as she drank, taking in the lush green farmland. They were almost in the foothills of the Alps, with the mountains
rising up to the south. A few of the highest peaks were still covered with snow even now. She had taken summer holidays in the Alps.

Leni passed the water bottle back to Otto. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what?” He stowed the bottle in his pack.

“I don’t know …” Leni said. “Like you’re at home or something …” She paused, staring at him. “Of course. You’re from around here, aren’t you?” He spoke with a Bavarian accent but he’d refused up till now to tell her exactly where his hometown was.
That must be another reason why MacPherson wanted Otto for this job
, she thought.

Otto looked as if he was wondering what to say. They weren’t meant to tell each other too much about their previous lives. Now that they were in Germany again, it was vital they stuck to their aliases. They had to think of themselves as Otto and Leni Fischer of Salzburg.

“Sorry, I know we’re not supposed to tell,” Leni said, and walked on.

“You’re right,” came Otto’s voice behind her. “I used to live not far from here, to the north.” He sounded so sad.

Leni decided to ask no more questions, and they walked on in silence for another half an hour until they reached an enormous road. They both stopped and stared in amazement. In front of them was one of the new and famous Autobahns of which the Reich was so proud: six-lane roads that the Führer
had built all across Germany. This had to be the new route between Munich and Innsbruck. They would have to cross it to keep their line east across the farmland. It was empty now, but from the south came the low rumble of vehicles.

Leni grabbed Otto’s arm. “Should we hide?”

Otto shook his head, and Leni supposed he was right. It was too late, anyway.

A convoy of army vehicles was coming towards them. With a shudder, Leni recalled how such similar cold parades had rolled through the streets of Vienna three years before. First to rumble past were a dozen
Kübelwagen
, the standard German Army field car. After them came perhaps thirty Opel trucks, built to carry troops, and even more tank transporters. Otto tugged at Leni’s sleeve. She glanced at him and saw he had his right arm raised in a Nazi salute. Quickly she followed suit.

But the sight was intimidating, and a shiver ran down Leni’s body as she held a salute she had never imagined making in her life. She hated herself for doing it. Walking through the countryside on a bright sunny morning, she had almost forgotten the war. But seeing these tanks, with the black-and-white crosses on their turrets, she was reminded sharply of the terrible fighting going on all over the world.

When the last vehicle had passed and the rumble of engines had begun to fade, Otto and Leni decided to cross the Autobahn. As they were about to do so, a battered old Daimler car puttered towards them.

“Let’s hitch,” said Leni.

“It’s too risky,” said Otto. He looked on edge. “Remember what MacPherson told us? Avoid all unnecessary contact with strangers. He drilled it into us.”

“But he also told us to use our initiative — and my feet are killing me already.”

“No.”

“Come on, Otto, we’ve got to talk to someone eventually and the driver’s an old man. He looks all right.”

Before he could protest any further, Leni jumped onto the road and waved enthusiastically. The car slowed to a stop.

“Just don’t say anything you don’t have to say, all right?” said Otto, but he still seemed reluctant.

“Good morning, sir. Are you going east by any chance?” Leni smiled politely at the grizzled old man.

“North, towards Rosenheim, but only for a few miles. Is that any good?” the man said.

“That would be perfect,” replied Leni in her sweetest voice.

“Jump in, then. So long you don’t mind sharing with Gunter.” The man jerked his thumb towards the backseat. A large spotted pig was lying there, bold as brass.

“Oh, we don’t mind,” Leni said, quickly opening the front passenger door and bagging the seat next to the farmer.

Otto scowled and climbed in the back. The pig appeared to appreciate the company and farted a loud welcome.

“He’s happy, going to visit his girlfriend in Rosenheim. Make some little piglets for me.” The farmer chuckled and slammed the car into gear. The Daimler accelerated down the road.

“That was a big convoy,” said Otto.

The driver grunted. “Been like that for the last month or more. All coming back from Italy and whatnot, heading east. Something big’s about to happen, if you ask me. Where are you two headed?”

“East,” said Otto shortly.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a good idea, does it?” The farmer laughed.

Leni was inclined to agree.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up on the side of the road. To the left a track led towards a Bavarian timber farmhouse. A sturdy-looking woman in a black skirt and red blouse was herding some cattle out of a pasture towards the milking shed.

“Well, young people, this is Gunter’s stop.”

Leni turned to the back. Otto was sound asleep, his head resting on the pig’s buttocks. She giggled. The farmer whistled loudly, and both Otto and the pig woke with a start.

Otto and Leni scrambled out, and watched the car bounce down the track to the farm where Gunter’s girlfriend was waiting. Then they set off down a country lane towards Prien. They walked in silence for a good ten minutes, alone with their
thoughts, the only chatter coming from the birds in the hedgerows and the grasshoppers in the weeds.

“What was MacPherson talking to you about?” Leni suddenly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday, before we left. When I went up to my room, he kept you behind. What did he say?”

“Nothing,” said Otto.

“Well, he must have said something.”

Otto shrugged, but Leni could see he was blushing. “He was just running through some details about our family.”

“That’s all?” said Leni. She was unconvinced. Otto might be good at shooting, but he was rubbish at lying.

“That’s all.”

They walked on. “We have to trust each other, Otto,” Leni said eventually.

“I know and it wasn’t important, I promise.” But he was looking straight ahead and not at her. Leni decided not to push it any further for now. She’d get it out of him in the end, whatever it was.

“Fine, let’s talk about something else,” she said.

Otto smiled. He seemed relieved. “All right, let’s practice. What do we like to do on a Sunday afternoon after lunch?”

Leni thought for a moment. “Ah, the Fischers are creatures of habit. We don’t often leave Salzburg. In the summer we go to the park for the concerts in the Mirabell gardens.”

“And in the winter?”

“Skating. We go skating at Hellbrunn.”

“I love skating,” said Otto. He sounded wistful, as if he really did. “Your turn.”

“All right, what’s the name of the girl you like on our street?”

“What? There isn’t a girl I like,” said Otto, frowning.

Leni smiled. “Good,” she said.

Otto and Leni reached Prien by midday, keeping mostly to the lanes and walking across farmland in places. They had seen plenty of people along the route, working the land and going about their daily business in little villages, but no one had stopped or questioned them except to wish them “
Guten Tag
.” Now they were waiting in Prien’s pleasant main square for the train to the lakeside port of Stock. A brass band was playing military tunes.

MacPherson had briefed them about the area, and the lake in particular, but Otto already knew that the Chiemsee was the largest lake in Bavaria, nearly twenty-five miles long and three wide. It was deep, too, teeming with fish, and had three islands. The largest was the Herreninsel, and the smallest the uninhabited Krautinsel. But, as MacPherson had told them,
it was on the middle island, the Fraueninsel, that the child was being held. Otto and Leni were to take a pleasure boat to visit King Ludwig’s nineteenth-century summer palace on the Herreninsel in the afternoon and from there make their way across to the second island by nightfall.

After a year away from Germany, Otto found sitting in this town square strangely alien. He didn’t feel connected to the country anymore. Perhaps, he thought, it was because he was there under an assumed identity. Every other person seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform, and most buildings were draped with Nazi flags. Had it been like this before he’d escaped? Maybe he was just more sensitive to it now. He listened to the brass band and tried to take his mind off the situation.

“Maybe we should walk to Stock. It’s only a few miles,” he said.

Leni was sitting with her bare feet in the stone fountain in the center of the square. She took her left one out and examined the blister on the side of her big toe. “My feet are on fire. I’m not walking anywhere except to the station.”

“I don’t like hanging around here,” Otto muttered.

Leni took out a small printed timetable and consulted it. “The train’ll be here in twenty minutes, and no one’s taking a blind bit of notice of us.” She plunged her foot back into the water. “Can’t you buy us some lemonade at least?”

“All right. Wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Otto walked across the square towards a small store. It was a traditional, family-run business with long salamis covered in peppercorns hanging above the counter. At the back was a tin tub full of ice and water and floating bottles of beer and lemonade. He plunged in his hand, took out two bottles, and went back to the front of the shop. There was a queue, and the woman in front of him in the line took an age buying her weekly groceries: a little bit of this and a little bit of that, all interspersed with a good long chat about local events. Otto shifted from one foot to the next, anxious not to be separated from Leni for too long. Five minutes later, he stepped outside and knew immediately there was something wrong.

A truck towing a glider on a trailer had arrived in the square, but for a moment Otto couldn’t see Leni. Then he spotted her near the truck, surrounded by teenage boys. She was looking around nervously, trying to locate him. He hurried over, trying to stem the rising panic in his chest. There was a logo on the truck around the initials
NSFK
. A winged man, Icarus, with a swastika at his feet. Otto recognized it as the emblem of the national gliding club. The boys around Leni were tall and broad-shouldered, mostly blond or sandy-haired. They looked fit and handsome and strong. They looked like trouble.

As Otto reached Leni, he saw she’d put her shoes back on.

“Come on, let’s get to the station,” he said to her.

She picked up her bag. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” she said to the three boys closest to her. Then she started to walk away with Otto.

He could tell she was ready to run. “Don’t hurry,” he whispered to her. “They’ll get suspicious.”

“What took you so long?” she hissed back.

“Hey, you!” one of the boys shouted.

“Just keep walking!” said Otto sharply. This was not looking good. He heard the sound of footsteps behind them. Then a hand grasped his shoulder, pulling him to a halt. He turned around. A strapping boy, who looked about sixteen, was standing in front of him, his hands on his hips. Two others stood beside him. They all had the silver Icarus badges on their shirts.

“That wasn’t very polite, was it?”

Otto tried to stay calm and keep his voice even. “I’m sorry, we are in a hurry.”

“Actually, we have a train to catch!” Leni said.

The boy glanced over to the station. So did Otto and Leni. The train was approaching. “So get the next one,” he said casually.

“What do you want with us?” Otto asked.

The boy smiled, showing white, straight teeth. “Well, your girlfriend is very pretty …”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” said Otto.

“Really? Then you won’t mind if I buy her an ice cream.”

“Actually, he’s my brother, and he would mind,” said Leni.

The three boys stared at Otto.

“Your brother?” They didn’t look convinced.

“Yes, and she’s right, I do mind. So please leave us alone.”

“Tell you what,” the first boy said pleasantly, “I’m going to ignore your advice,
little man
, and take your sister for an ice cream anyway.”

Just as the train’s whistle blew, he drove his fist into Otto’s solar plexus. Otto pitched down onto the ground, gasping, all the air driven from his lungs.

“No!” cried Leni, reaching down to help him.

The boy grabbed her arm and yanked her up. “There’s really no need to be rude.” He pulled Leni towards him, all the while smiling at Otto. “Particularly when you’re so pretty. My name’s Rudi. What’s yours?”

“Let go of her.” Otto was back on his feet, but Rudi was bigger and stronger than him, and there was no way he could beat the three boys in a straight fight.

“And what if I don’t want to? What are you going to do about it?” Rudi said, laughing. His companions joined in.

For a moment Otto thought of the pistol inside his pack, then put the thought right out of his mind.

“I’ll fight you,” he said instead, and stepped towards him.

“As you wish.” Rudi laughed. He turned to Leni. “This won’t take long, beautiful, then there’ll be an ice cream for you and a kiss for me, I think.” He let her go. As he did so, she twisted to
one side and it was then that Otto saw the glint of her knife in her hand.

The train’s whistle sounded again, louder this time.

“Perhaps an apology would be better.” Leni’s voice was icy.

“What is this?” The young man stared down at the knife.

“It’s an apology to my brother from you,” she said, stepping in close and pressing the blade against his ribs.

Rudi looked into her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” She returned his stare and pressed the point of the blade harder into his side. He winced.

“Say it.”

“Never.” He spat the words back at her, a fleck of spittle hitting her on the cheek.

“As you wish,” Leni repeated, then her hand moved and the boy looked down at the red stain that suddenly bloomed on his shirt. Leni had sliced through cotton and opened the skin just below his ribs. Not deep enough to do any serious damage, but sufficient to wound his pride. And hurt like hell.

“Run,” she said to Otto.

He didn’t need telling twice. Together they sprinted towards the station and pulled themselves up into the last carriage just as the train began to move. As they unslung their packs, Rudi appeared outside their window, hammering on the carriage’s glass as he ran along the platform.

“You’re dead!” he screamed at them. “You hear me? Dead!”

Then the train was clear of the platform and he was gone.

Otto sat down. He was suddenly conscious of other passengers in the carriage staring at them. “My God, Leni,” he whispered, “did you have to do that?”

Leni smoothed her blouse, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. “He won’t tell anyone. Think about it, if word gets round that a younger girl got the better of him, he’ll be a laughingstock.” She glanced at Otto. “Are you all right?”

“Fine, I’m fine. I could have beaten him. He took me by surprise, that’s all.”

Leni nodded. “Of course,” she said, but Otto could see she was hiding a smile.

“Well, maybe a thank-you is in order.” Otto closed his eyes and sighed. “But please don’t do it again.”

After a while he opened his eyes and gazed out at the view. The train was traveling along the edge of the Chiemsee, and scores of little boats were bobbing on the sparkling water. His heart began to beat more calmly.

But he wasn’t sure what had alarmed him most: the confrontation with the young thug, or the fact that Leni had shown herself to be tough as well as fearless. Now he couldn’t help wondering: Would she get them out of danger … or into it?

BOOK: Hitler's Secret
9.62Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Virgin: Revenge by J. Dallas
In the Spotlight by Botts, Liz, Lee, Elaina
Henry (The Beck Brothers) by Large, Andria
Smoke and Rain by V. Holmes
Jacq's Warlord by Delilah Devlin, Myla Jackson