A Death in Vienna

platform.”
    “There was a building here, was there not?”
    “It was made up to look like an ordinary stationhouse, but in fact it was filled with valuables that had been taken from previous arrivals. That section over there they referred to as Station Square. Over there was Reception Square, or the Sorting Square.”
    “Did you ever see the transports arrive?”
    “I had nothing to do with that sort of business, but yes, I saw them arrive.”
    “There were two different arrival procedures? One for Jews from western Europe, and another for Jews from the east?”
    “Yes, that’s correct. Western European Jews were treated with great deception and fakery. There were no whips, no shouting. They were asked politely to disembark the train. Medical personnel in white uniforms were waiting in Reception Square to care for the infirm.”
    “It was all a ruse, though. The old and the sick were taken off immediately and shot.”
    He nodded.
    “And the eastern Jews? How were they greeted at the platform?”
    “They were met by Ukrainian whips.”
    “And then?”
    Radek raised the flashlight and followed the beam a short distance across the clearing.
    “There was a barbed-wire enclosure here. Behind the wire were two buildings. One was the disrobing barracks. In the second building, work Jews cut the hair off the women. When they were finished, they went that way.” Radek used the flashlight to illuminate the path. “There was a passage here, rather like a cattle chute, a few feet wide, barbed wire and pine branches. It was called the tube.”
    “But the SS had a special name for it, didn’t they?”
    Radek nodded. “They called it the Road to Heaven.”
    “And where did the Road to Heaven lead?”
    Radek raised the beam of his light. “The upper camp,” he said. “The death camp.”
    THEY WALKED FORWARDinto a large clearing strewn with hundreds of boulders, each stone representing a Jewish community destroyed at Treblinka. The largest stone bore the name Warsaw. Gabriel looked beyond the stones, toward the sky in the east. It was beginning to grow faintly lighter.
    “The Road to Heaven led directly into a brick building housing the gas chambers,” Radek said, breaking the silence. He seemed suddenly eager to talk. “Each chamber was four meters by four meters. Initially, there were only three, but they soon discovered that they needed more capacity to keep up with demand. Ten more were added. A diesel engine pumped carbon monoxide fumes into the chambers. Asphyxiation resulted in less than thirty minutes. After that, the bodies were removed.”
    “What was done to them?”
    “For several months, they were buried out there, in large pits. But very quickly, the pits overflowed, and the decomposition of the bodies contaminated the camp.”
    “Which is when you arrived?”
    “Not immediately. Treblinka was the fourth camp on our list. We cleaned the pits at Birkenau first, then Belzec and Sobibor. We didn’t get to Treblinka until March of 1943. When I arrived . . .” His voice trailed off. “Terrible.”
    “What did you do?”
    “We opened the pits, of course, and removed the bodies.”
    “By hand?”
    He shook his head. “We had a mechanical shovel. It made the work go much faster.”
    “The claw, isn’t that what you called it?”
    “Yes, that’s right.”
    “And after the bodies were removed?”
    “They were incinerated on large iron racks.”
    “You had a special name for the racks, did you not?”
    “Roasts,” Radek said. “We called them roasts.”
    “And after the bodies were burned?”
    “We crushed the bones and reburied them in the pits or carted them off to the Bug and dumped them in the river.”
    “And when the old pits were all emptied?”
    “After that, the bodies were taken straight from the gas chambers to the roasts. It worked that way until October of that year, when the camp was shut down and all traces of it were obliterated. It operated for a little more than a year.”
    “And yet they still managed to murder eight hundred thousand.”
    “Not eight hundred thousand.”
    “How many then?”
    “More than a million. That’s quite a thing, isn’t it? More than a million people, in a tiny place like this, in the middle of a Polish forest.”
    GABRIEL TOOK BACKthe flashlight and drew his Beretta. He prodded Radek forward. They walked along a footpath, through the field of stones. Zalman and Navot remained behind in the upper camp. Gabriel could hear the