Garden of Beasts

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    “That’s correct, my Police Chief.” Kohl looked into the man’s tiny eyes, framed by round black-rimmed glasses, and knew that it had been Himmler himself who’d given the order to keep the Kripo in the dark about the security alert. He was, after all, the Third Empire’s Michelangelo in the art of hoarding credit, plundering glory and deflecting blame, better even than Göring. Kohl wondered if he himself was somehow at risk here. A potentially disastrous security breach had occurred; would it benefit Himmler to sacrifice someone for the oversight? Kohl’s stock seemed high, but sometimes a scapegoat was necessary, especially when your intrigue has nearly gotten Hitler’s rearmament expert killed. Kohl made a quick decision and added, “And curiously I heard nothing from our Gestapo liaison officer either. We just met yesterday afternoon. I wish he’d mentioned the specific details of the security matter.”
    “And who is your Gestapo liaison?”
    “That would be Peter Krauss, sir.”
    “Ah.” The state chief of police nodded, filing the information away, and lost interest in Willi Kohl.
    “There were some political prisoners here too,” Reinhard Ernst said evasively. “A dozen or so young men. They have escaped into the woods. I’ve sent troops to find them.” His eyes strayed again to the deadly classroom. Kohl too looked at the building, which seemed so benign, a modest facility of higher learning, dating fromSecond Empire Prussia, and yet which he now understood represented the purest of evils. He noticed that Ernst had had the soldiers remove the hose from the exhaust and drive the bus away. The clipboard and some documents that had been scattered on the ground, probably part of the abhorrent Waltham Study, were likewise gone.
    Kohl said to Himmler, “With your permission, sir, I would like to prepare a report as soon as possible and assist in finding the killer.”
    “Yes, do so immediately, Inspector.”
    “Hail.”
    “Hail,” Himmler said.
    Kohl turned and started toward some SS troopers beside a van to arrange for a ride back to Berlin. As he walked painfully toward them, he decided that he could finesse the incident in such a way as to reduce the risk to himself. True, the picture in the passport matched the face of a man killed in a boardinghouse in southwest Berlin before the attempt on Ernst’s life. But only Janssen, Paul Schumann and Käthe Richter knew that. The latter two would not be volunteering any information to the Gestapo and, as for the inspector candidate, Kohl would dispatch Janssen to Potsdam immediately for several days on one of the homicides that awaited their attention there and take control of all the files on Taggert and the Dresden Alley murder. Tonight Kohl would produce the body of the assassin, who died while trying to escape. The coroner would not, of course, have performed the autopsy yet—if the corpse had even been picked up—and Kohl could make sure, through favors or bribery, that the time of death would be noted as occurring after the assassination attempt here at the school.
    He doubted there would be any further inquiry; the whole matter was now a dangerous embarrassment—to Himmler for being slack in state security and to Ernst because of the incendiary Waltham Study. He could—
    “Oh, Kohl, Inspector Kohl?” Heinrich Himmler called.
    He turned. “Yes, sir?”
    “How soon will your protégé be ready, do you think?”
    The inspector thought for a moment and could make no sense of this. “Ah, yes, Police Chief Himmler. My protégé?”
    “Konrad Janssen. How soon will he be transferring to the Gestapo?”
    What did he mean? Kohl’s mind was blank for a moment.
    Himmler continued. “Why, you knew that we accepted him into the Gestapo before his graduation from the police college, didn’t you? But we wanted him to apprentice to one of the best investigators in the Alex before he began working on Prince Albrecht Street.”
    Kohl felt the blow in his chest, hearing this news. But he recovered quickly. “Forgive me, State Police Chief,” the inspector said, shaking his head and smiling. “Of course I was aware. The incident here has wholly occupied my mind. . . . Regarding Janssen, he’ll be ready soon. He’s proving extremely talented.”
    “We’ve had our eye on him for some time, Heydrich and I both. You can be proud of that boy. He’s going to the top quickly, I have a feeling. Hail Hitler.”
    “Hail