THE GREEN KING (part 52)
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The Photographer
from Salzburg
When he had
gone to the military police request some help (the step that led to the phone
call received by Settiniaz), he had pretended to be acting on the others of
Captain Tarras, in Linz, an spoke of war criminals whose traces he had
uncovered. The fact that he spoke to a Franceman was not just luck; at that
time, of the three Western powers, the French were by far the most ardent
pursuers of high-ranking members of the Third Reich.
Tarraz arrived
in Salzburg five hours after the shooting, having decided to cover up
Settiniaz’s lie, at the cost of a great discussion with captain O’Meara, who
was in charge of the OSS section in Linz. He handled the situation with his
usual brilliant sarcasm. Besides, the circumstances lent themselves well: an
investigation of Karl-Heinz Lothar’s home revealed that the photographer, who
had no woman in his house, had been taken away early in the morning by three
unknown men, who had , at the same time, ransacked the house – undoubtedly
looking for the contents of the trunks, which were found charred.
‘Why you are
complaining?’ Tarraz asked the military and civil authorities of Salzburg. ‘The
situation is very clear. This Lothar had accumulated documents coveted by our
dear Nazis, if only to destroy them. Which they did, quite adequately, I must
say, executing Lothar for even further security. What could be simpler? Even
policemen, even military policemen, by God, should be able to understand this.
As for my young agent, he did indeed overstep the investigative orders I gave him.
But you must understand his situation: his mother and sisters died in camp in Poland
and he is himself a most fortunate survivor. His zeal is understandable. And he
is presently in a state of shock – that’s quite obvious. Leave him alone,
please…’.
TO BE CONTINUED
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