The Counterfeit Traitor Page #9

Ten o'clock. We'll be there.

Thank you.

- Favor that side for a day or so.

- Don't worry, I will.

I think he's all right,

but you'd better be sure.

He says his code name is "Red".

Please.

- But, doctor, there's nothing...

- I always take an x-ray first.

Now, by train, you will go

from Hamburg to Nyborg,

across on the ferry

and on to Copenhagen.

The Danish underground will try to get

you to Sweden in a fishing boat.

But if I were you, I'd hide out

here for a week or so.

A number of people

have been caught lately.

I think there's an informer

along the line someplace.

The information I've got

can't wait a week.

- What time does the train leave?

- At 6:
00.

This Frau Hecker, the conductor,

where will she be?

On the platform. Be sure

and hand her your ticket like this.

Folded twice. Then she'll know.

For your sake, though,

I wish you wouldn't try it now.

I've got to go.

Thank you, doctor.

I got a coat and hat for you,

so you won't be so noticeable.

- Tarp!

- Oh, be quiet.

- Tarp.

- Hey, shut up!

I call the stations. If you don't like it,

get off and walk.

Tarp.

Come on, hurry up.

We only stop here for a minute.

- Where are we?

- Tarp, where you are getting off.

Wait a minute, my ticket

says Copenhagen.

Don't try that, mister.

Your ticket said Tarp, so off you go.

- It said Copenhagen.

- I haven't got time to argue.

I've got a ticket.

I'll pay you the extra...

Don't tell me your troubles,

I've got enough of my own.

If you have got a complaint,

tell it to the stationmaster.

That woman must be crazy. I've got

a ticket all the way to Copenhagen.

When you travel by underground,

keep your mouth shut

and do what you're told.

Frau Hecker threw you off

because they are watching the trains

and roads very carefully tonight.

Your chances are better crossing

the border through the woods.

Your wife and two children.

Danish money. Danish cigarettes.

Give me your passport

so I can transfer your picture.

What's this?

It's cyanide.

In case you get caught.

There's the border.

- You coming with me?

- No.

Someone else will meet you

on the other side.

Go straight through the clearing.

A good night for bombing,

but not for this. Thanks.

Sic, sic. That's it.

Come on, sic.

Sic!

Welcome to Denmark.

It's a German border patrol.

Don't worry. Step over here, please.

What's that?

It's dried blood and cocaine.

Three sniffs and the dogs won't be

able to smell each other.

There's a fish truck waiting at the farm.

It will take you to Copenhagen.

All right, let's go.

Bruno. What's the matter with them?

Up, Bruno, up!

Oh, you might be interested.

That's Gestapo Headquarters.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Colonel Ulrich.

Yeah.

You'll probably go from here, around

and then straight over to Sweden.

- What are my chances?

- If you were Jewish, they'd be better.

The officers on the patrol boats

are a pretty decent bunch,

not like the Gestapo.

How many have you gotten across?

A lot. To tell you the truth, the service

is much better than before the war.

Sven.

- Will you excuse me one minute?

- Yeah.

Hello, Erickson.

- Look, somebody's being arrested.

- Three of them.

It's good to see you again.

You don't know

how happy it makes me.

Well, it's going to give me great

pleasure to question you, Erickson.

- Watch it.

- Look out!

Come on.

- Come on! Come on, after me!

- Faster!

Stop! They're getting away!

- Come on, let's go.

- Behind it.

Follow me.

- Get behind them.

- Come on, we need more. Go!

- Get out of the way!

- Get out, or I shoot.

- Move over!

- You'll get run down.

- Move over!

- Get out of the way!

- Stand aside.

- Don't come closer.

No shooting here!

- Out of the way, you Danish scum.

- Back!

The driver dumped the truck,

and we headed for a deserted

warehouse, where we spent the night.

The next day, with a wreath

on the handlebars, a black armband

and two innocent and tearful children,

I peddled north

to a little fishing village.

The sight of a sad family

on its way to a funeral

was too much for the guards

at the roadblocks.

It was a relief to finally look up

the road and see my last hideout.

The underground in Copenhagen

had sent a message

to the OSS in Stockholm,

telling them when

and where to expect me.

The only thing left now

was to get there.

Sweden?

I'll take you across in my boat.

I'm afraid we have

to leave him behind.

He's come an awful long way.

All right.

- Come on, come on.

- Let's go.

I can't. I can't.

Look, there's Sweden.

It's just three miles away.

You've got to make it. Come on.

I've got him.

What they did was, to send 20

fishing boats out at the same time.

The other 19 carried no one

except their crews.

By the time it was our turn

to clear the breakwater,

the guards were bored

and tired of searching.

They just examined

the skipper's papers and let us go.

Come to on our portside.

Search party coming aboard.

Watch that stern!

- Ease it in a little!

- A little more on the bow!

I've been searched once tonight.

The commander

has told you about this.

If I don't get to the fishing grounds,

I'll never get my nets out.

Up here. You search the bow.

Old Gunnar was cold.

He perspired quite a bit for a cold man.

It's not like a fisherman's coat, is it?

He's very, very sick.

Let him die in Sweden.

Nothing up here, lieutenant.

Nothing down here either.

Let's go.

Stand by to cast off.

- Watch their stern as you fall away.

- All hands, attention.

- Is the line clear?

- Got it.

OK?

He choked to death rather than cough.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye and thanks.

- Goodbye.

What kept you? I've been

waiting here since midnight.

I couldn't get an outside cabin

on an earlier boat.

Oh, what a pity.

He hadn't changed.

He was just as sarcastic as ever.

But it was good to be back

and see a friendly face,

even when it had to be Dallas'.

When I told him

of the information I had,

I thought he might be

surprised and grateful,

but there wasn't time for gratitude.

That would come later.

We had to get to Stockholm and send

the information to London

as fast as possible.

Our air forces were strong now,

ready for more and bigger targets,

and we certainly had them.

As we walked along, he indulged

in a moment of sentiment.

He hinted that someone else

was there, and then I saw him.

The one person I wanted to see.

How on earth he found that you

were coming, I'll never know.

Thanks for believing in me, Max.

Who's that for?

For so many.

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