Adrecht ducked through the flap. Even in the dim lantern light, there was no mistaking the huge bruise that purpled his cheek and nearly closed one eye. A shallow cut above his eyebrow was dark with scabbed blood.
“Saints and martyrs,” Marcus swore. “What happened to you?”
“Mor,” Adrecht said, with an exaggerated wince. “Do you mind if I sit?”
Marcus nodded, and Adrecht folded his lanky form up beside the camp table. Marcus waved at his trunk.
“Do you want a drink? I think I’ve got something . . .”
“No,” Adrecht said. His expression was thoughtful. “No, I don’t think so.”
“So what happened? Mor just jumped you?”
“After a manner of speaking,” Adrecht said. “He came into my tent and told me that he’d had it with me, and that Marcus was a better friend than I deserved.” He smiled slightly. “With more swearing, of course. Then he picked me up and tossed me into a tent pole. Snapped it in half, as a matter of fact.”
Kramer lifted his glass towards the three men seated on the couch. ‘Your health, gentlemen. Your very good health.’ He turned to the Reichsmarschall. ‘Three of the best in Europe, sir.’
‘I suppose they are necessary,’ Rosemeyer said in resigned distaste. ‘At least, their courage is beyond dispute. Your health, gentlemen.’
‘Your health, gentlemen,’ Jones said bitterly. He sat forward in his chair and hurled his glass into the fire. The glass shattered and there was a momentary tongue of flame as the brandy ignited. ‘That’s how I drink the health of double agents.’
Schaffer leaned across the passage-way and whispered: ‘I thought you said he couldn’t act?’
‘Nobody’s ever paid him twenty-five thousand bucks a night before,’ Smith said sardonically.
Now that he had time to think, he realized that things might not be that bad. He didn’t think anyone had seen him in the woods. The cops had gotten there sooner than expected. But there was nothing to link him back to the crime, he had made sure of that. Hadn’t he?
“Lutie was a cute girl, but she didn’t wear much makeup or follow the latest fashion trends. She kept her black hair natural and short because it was easy. Her wardrobe was full of scrubs for work and shorts for play. She hardly owned a dress.”