The British Lion (42 page)
Authors: Tony Schumacher
Tags: #Thrillers, #Historical Fiction, #Suspense, #General
S
CHMITT, THE GESTAPO
man, pulled back the curtain and entered the cubicle.
His leather coat creaked when he leaned over and looked into Neumann’s eyes.
“You’re awake?”
“Yes.”
Schmitt peered at him.
“You’re uninjured?”
“I’m in shock, and have a concussion,” Neumann lied. “They say it was from the crash, but I think it was that copper and his truncheon.”
Schmitt nodded, still unnaturally close, still peering.
“I’m Schmitt, do you know what I am?”
“Gestapo.”
“Correct.”
Neumann blinked and swallowed. The smell of the leather was making him feel nauseous.
Schmitt noisily dragged a chair to the side of the bed and sat down.
“You had quite an adventure this evening.” Schmitt’s coat creaked as he spoke.
“We were following up a lead into the death of Koehler’s wife.”
“What lead?”
“We had information the resistance were involved.”
“What information?”
“That the men who killed her were trying to flee the capital by train.”
“Who gave you that information?”
“It was an anonymous tip.”
“Anonymous?”
“Yes.”
“Convenient.”
“It’s often the way, Herr Schmitt. I’m sure you understand.”
“Do you know where Rossett has been these last few days?” Schmitt tried another tack.
“He’s been with us.”
“Us?”
“Me and Koehler.”
“Doing what?”
“Being a policeman. It’s his job.”
“He hasn’t left your side?”
“No.”
“He’s stayed in London?”
“Yes.”
“And Koehler?”
“What about him?”
“He’s also stayed in London?” Schmitt’s eyebrow edged up a fraction.
“He’s been helping us with the inquiries into his wife’s death.”
“He was a suspect?”
“Initially.”
“But not now?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“The evidence points to resistance involvement.”
“Evidence?”
“The scene, the circumstances, his alibi, yes.”
“And his daughter?”
“We think she was kidnapped, then released by the resistance.”
“At Finsbury Circus?”
Neumann paused before answering, collecting his thoughts.
“We had a tip-off that Koehler’s daughter was being taken to the circus. The informant told us that she was being passed by one faction of the resistance to another, so we intercepted that handover.”
“I take it this informant was also anonymous?”
“He was.”
“Hmm.”
“I can only tell you the facts, Herr Schmitt.”
“I wish you would.”
“I’m sorry?”
Schmitt adjusted position in the chair again, his coat creaking even louder.
“There was an American at Finsbury Circus.”
“Was there?” Neumann tried to sound surprised. “Have you spoken to him?”
“He’s dead.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Indeed.” Schmitt sat back in the chair. “The American’s involvement and subsequent death has caused us . . . problems.”
“Problems?” Neumann detected a shift in Schmitt’s voice that caused him to turn his head and look at him, for the first time since he had sat down. “What kind of problems?”
“Embarrassing problems.”
“The worst kind.”
“Indeed.”
“Can I help you with these . . . problems?”
Schmitt scratched his nose before continuing.
“It would be . . . useful, if you could confirm something for me.”
“If I can, I will.” Neumann adjusted his shoulders, raising himself slightly higher on his pillow.
“If it turned out this dead American was working against the Reich, it could be highly embarrassing for both governments.”
“Of course.”
“Ambassador Kennedy has assured Prime Minister Mosley and General Hahn that the dead American was working with us, trying to rescue Koehler’s daughter from the resistance. Is that true?”
“It is.” Neumann nodded to back up his words.
“If it was confirmed that this American was also the source of your information, that would also be of assistance.”
“He was.”
“So you’re saying the dead American was doing his best to help German-American relations.”
“He was.”
“And that he died heroically.”
“He did.”
“Even though a moment ago you didn’t know he was there?”
“I’d say and do anything for the good of the Reich, Herr Schmitt.”
“Hmm.” Schmitt sat silently a moment, both hands on his knees, until he rose suddenly and crossed to the curtain. He pulled it open and looked back at Neumann.
“I’ll have a full report written that you can sign to this effect.”
“Of course.”
Schmitt stared at him, then looked at the floor, then looked back at Neumann.
“Neumann . . . I know all this is bullshit. Just because I am standing here, saying it, doesn’t mean I don’t know.”
Neumann swallowed but didn’t reply.
Schmitt sighed and then spoke again.
“Koehler is toxic. He infects those around him like rabies and makes them do crazy things. You’d do well to remember that. Just sign this paperwork, stick to this story, and then, for your own good, put as much distance between yourself and Koehler as you possibly can.”
“I’ll do what is best.”
“Koehler is walking a tightrope, and the wind is picking up. He’ll not manage to stay on his feet much longer.”
Neumann nodded and Schmitt turned to go.
“Herr Schmitt?”
Schmitt stopped and looked back in.
“Rossett?” Neumann tilted his head.
“What about him?”
“Is he dead?”
“Rossett?” Schmitt shook his head. “He’s alive. Concussed, busted up, but he’ll live.”
“I thought he was a goner.”
“Rossett?” Schmitt shook his head again and almost smiled. “It would take an army to kill that bastard.”
T
HE BRITISH GOVERNMENT’S
MAUD Committee, and the later Tube Alloys project, were the stepping stones to the destructive outcome of the U.S. Manhattan Project. I’m afraid I don’t have the space (or for that matter the intelligence) to fully detail their work, but what I can say is that their theorizing and calculations were instrumental in changing the British, and later the American, government’s mind regarding the feasibility of an atomic bomb.
There has been conjecture for years as to whether Great Britain, on her own, could have manufactured an atomic bomb during the early years of the war. Without doubt there was no shortage of brainpower and ingenuity, but I think it is fair to say that the country was stretched a little too much to dedicate the manufacturing capacity required to put the plans into action.
Another question is whether a bomb would have stopped Hitler. The answer has to be that unless it killed him, probably not. We saw the depths he was prepared to go to in trying to win, even when the rest of the world knew it was lost. A nuclear explosion over Germany may have shortened the war by damaging infrastructure and causing untold deaths, but I doubt that it would have ended it as dramatically as the terrible events at Hiroshima and Nagasaki did with the war in the east.
The solace we can take is that the great minds behind the MAUD Committee, the men who had the intelligence to look over the horizon and see what other scientists couldn’t, were on the side of good, and not evil.
I’ll ask you to remember that this book was a work of fiction, and I hope you have forgiven me any flights of fancy upon which I’ve been carried in bringing you this story.
S
O MANY AMAZING
people put this book in front of you; honestly I’d be here all day if I thanked them all, so I’ll try and keep it as short as I can.
In the U.S. there is the amazing team at Sobel Weber, and specifically my agent Nat Sobel, whose wisdom and experience has been invaluable.
The team at HarperCollins U.S.: David Highfill, my editor, who has to slog through my poor grammar and lazy attempts at spelling. Lauren Jackson, who deals with my whining emails, poor taste in music, and empty boasting about my pool-playing skills. I can’t forget the wonderful Chloe Moffett and Ashley Marudas, whose patience in dealing with a generally confused English idiot without visiting the crying room too often is also invaluable.
In the UK the wonderful team at Harper 360: Karen Davies, Helena Towers, and Alice and Ellie, who have to put up with me visiting occasionally and leaving sticky finger marks on their office windows.
Outside of publishing are my friends Tracey Edges, Jane Buchanan, Ruaridh Nicoll, Jo Hughes, and Ian Collins. All of them are supportive with a word of advice or encouragement in the small hours, when my head is hurting after hitting it too hard and too often on my desk.
I could never forget my dear friends and family in Liverpool: Sweeney, Terry, Tony, Denise, Jim, Philip, John, Wendy, Cliff, Dave, Glenda, Sarah, Angie, Trace, Ian G., Ian M., Rob, Graham, Barry, and the boys at the tip.
I love you all (except Sweeney) and I’m sorry I don’t say it more often.
Last but in no way least, thank you, the person reading this. You’ve helped make my dream come true, give yourself a pat on the back.
Tony Schumacher is a native of Liverpool, England. He has written for the
Guardian
and the Huffington Post, and he is a regular contributor to BBC Radio and London’s LBC Radio. He has been a policeman, stand-up comedian, bouncer, jeweler, taxi driver, perfume salesman, actor, and garbage collector, among other occupations. He currently lives outside Liverpool.
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
THE BRITISH LION
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