The Rembrandt Affair

terribly well in Argentina. They met for coffee a few times at the ABC Café in downtown Buenos Aires, but Voss apparently didn’t care for Eichmann’s company. Eichmann had spent several years in hiding, working as a lumber-jack and a farmer. He was no longer a young god who held the fate of millions in the palm of his hand. He was a common laborer in need of work. And he was seething with bitterness.”
    “And Voss?”
    “Unlike Eichmann, he had a formal education. Within a year, he was working as a lawyer in a firm that catered to the German community in Argentina. In 1955, his wife and son were smuggled out of Germany, and the family was reunited. By all accounts, Kurt Voss lived a rather ordinary but comfortable middle-class life in the Palermo district of Buenos Aires until his death in 1982.”
    “Why wasn’t he ever arrested?”
    “Because he had powerful friends. Friends in the secret police. Friends in the army. After we grabbed Eichmann in 1960, he went underground for a few months. But for the most part, the man who put Lena Herzfeld’s family on a train to Auschwitz lived out his life without fear of arrest or extradition.”
    “Did he ever publicly talk about the war?”
    Lavon gave a faint smile. “You might find this difficult to believe, but Voss actually granted an interview to Der Spiegel a few years before his death. As you might expect, he maintained his innocence to the end. He denied ever deporting anyone. He denied ever killing anyone. And he denied ever stealing a thing.”
    “So what happened to all that money Voss didn’t steal?”
    “There’s general consensus among Holocaust restitution experts, myself included, that he was never able to get it out of Europe. In fact, the exact fate of Kurt Voss’s fortune is regarded as one of the great unsolved mysteries of the Holocaust.”
    “Any ideas where it might be?”
    “Come now, Gabriel. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
    “Switzerland?”
    Lavon nodded. “As far as the SS was concerned, the entire country was a giant safe-deposit box. We know from American OSS records that Voss was a frequent visitor to Zurich throughout the war. Unfortunately, we don’t know who he was meeting with or where he did his private banking. While I was in Vienna, I worked with a family whose ancestors had been fleeced by Voss at the Zentralstelle in 1938. I spent years knocking on doors in Zurich searching for that money.”
    “And?”
    “Not a trace, Gabriel. Not a single trace. As far as the Swiss banking industry is concerned, Kurt Voss never existed. And neither did his looted fortune.”

27
    AMSTERDAM
    T hey had arrived, coincidentally, at the top of Jodenbreestraat. Gabriel lingered for a moment outside the house where Hendrickje Stoffels had posed for her lover, Rembrandt, and asked her a single question. How had her portrait, stolen from Jacob Herzfeld in Amsterdam in 1943, ended up in the Hoffmann Gallery of Lucerne twenty-one years later? She could not answer, of course, and so he put the question to Eli Lavon instead.
    “Perhaps Voss disposed of it before his escape from Europe. Or perhaps he brought it with him to Argentina and sent it back to Switzerland later to be sold quietly.” Lavon glanced at Gabriel and asked, “What are the chances the Hoffmann Gallery might show us the record of that sale in 1964?”
    “Zero,” replied Gabriel. “The only thing more secretive than a Swiss bank is a Swiss art gallery.”
    “Then I suppose that leaves us with only one option.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Peter Voss.”
    “The son?”
    Lavon nodded. “Voss’s wife died a few years after him. Peter is the only one left. And the only one who might know more about what happened to the painting.”
    “Where is he?”
    “Still in Argentina.”
    “What are his politics like?”
    “Are you asking whether he’s a Nazi like his father?”
    “I’m just asking.”
    “Few children of Nazis share the beliefs of their fathers, Gabriel. Most are deeply ashamed, including Peter Voss.”
    “Does he really use that name?”
    “He dropped his alias when the old man died. He’s established quite a reputation for himself in the Argentine wine business. He owns a very successful vineyard in Mendoza. Apparently, he produces some of the best Malbec in the country.”
    “I’m happy for him.”
    “Try not to be too judgmental, Gabriel. Peter Voss has tried to atone for his father’s sins. When Hezbollah blew up the AMIA Jewish