Chapter 3 Chapter two

Thomas finished his work, washed his hands in the bathroom, and went into the dining room where twelve candles were lit in each of the two candelabrums.Josephine wore a skinny green dress.Beside her stood a tall, muscular man in a dark suit with a sunburnt face.The sideburns of the short hair have turned gray, and the eyes and mouth are very beautiful.Josephine Buck took Thomas's hand and said, "Mr. LeBlanc, forgive me for surprising you, but I have to be careful." She looked affectionately at the man with snow-stained temples: "Morris, I I want to introduce you to my friend." The man held out his hand to Thomas: "I'm so glad to meet you at last, Thomas Levin. It's been a long time, so long!" How did he know my real name?Thomas couldn't help being dumbfounded.I muttered in my heart, what the hell did I encounter?I have fallen into the trap again! "Ah," cried Josephine, "I'm so stupid, you don't know Morris! This is Morris Debra. Mr. Levin is Major Debra of the Second Department of the Ministry of Defense." Damn it!Thomas cursed secretly.Am I never free from this devil's vortex? "Major Debra is my friend." Josephine explained. "Colonel Simon has been waiting for you in Toulouse for weeks!"

"I only got here yesterday, and I escaped with great difficulty, Monsieur Levine," said Josephine. "Maurice cannot be seen in Toulouse. Too many people know him." "Ma'am," said Thomas, "you have brought me good news." The major said movedly: "I know what you mean, Mr. Levine. It is not a man like you who is willing to risk himself for the cause of France." There are many. When I arrive in London, I must report to General de Gaulle your heroic deeds of keeping the black bag under the eyes of the German general!" The black bag...Thomas has not slept peacefully for many days because of it . "The bag is at Colonel Simon's in Toulouse."

"No." Debra said pleasantly, "it's actually in the boot of your car." The black leather bag now sits on an old serving table by the window.That bag, Thomas thought, had been painstakingly taken from the Germans, sent to the French and cost hundreds of lives for it.Thomas puffed up his tongue again: "Major Debra, which way are you going to England?" "Via Madrid and Lisbon." "Isn't it dangerous?" "I still have a fake passport." "Nevertheless, as Madame said, there are spies everywhere. If they find you with the bag..."

"I have to take the risk. Simon has a mission in Paris and he has to go back. I don't have anyone else here..." "some!" "Who?" "Me!" said Josephine, "Mr. Levine is right, Maurice. To the Germans and their spies, you are a red cloth to attract bulls." "Of course, dear. But the question is how to secure the bag so that it does not fall into the hands of the German counterintelligence service?" Don't worry, not only the German counterintelligence service, but any other agency can't get it!Thomas thought and said: "I met a banker named Lindner in Toulouse, and he was leaving for South America as soon as his wife arrived. Lindner asked me to be his partner, and we will flee by Lisbon. ” Josephine said to Debra, “You can meet in Lisbon.” Debra asked, “Why are you willing to do these things?” He said, “For faith.”

Almost at the same time that night, in the headquarters of the German Army Group in Paris at the Grand Hotel, General Otto von Stupnagel, the highest German military officer in France, was raising champagne toast with the two gentlemen.The two were Admiral Wilhelm Canaris, the head of the German counterespionage service, and the diminutive, gray-haired commander of the Panzer Corps, General Erich von Felsenecke.The crystal goblets were clinking, and the hall echoed with a melodious jingle.In front of a giant portrait of Napoleon I, senior military officers frequently toasted and celebrated with each other.The military uniforms of different arms are shining brightly, and the colorful medals are shining.

General Stupnagel said: "Mr Canaris, to the deeds of the unsung heroes of your organization!" "Gentlemen, here is a toast to your incomparably great soldiers!" General Felsenac, who had drunk a little too much, said with a treacherous smile: "Don't be so modest, Admiral! The people under your command are all What a cunning guy!" He felt very comfortable, so he played tricks: "It's a pity that I can't tell you, Stupnagel, I have already assumed the responsibility of keeping it secret. Our Karnas, he is really scheming!" Kleist and General Reichenau came over and invited Stupnagel away.

Canaris suddenly became interested. He observed General von Felseneck, offered him a cigarette, and asked, "General von Felseneck, what did you just say?" Erson Aike smiled drunkenly: "I want to keep it a secret, Mr. Canaris. You don't want to get half a word from me!" "Who asked you to undertake this obligation of absolute secrecy?" the admiral asked. "One of your subordinates, great boy, amazing!" Canaris had a smile on his face, but his eyes were still very serious: "Then you can talk about it, I really want to know, what little tricks we have left for you made such an impression.”

"Well, then, you'd be too stupid if you couldn't even say that. But I'll just say a word about the black leather bag!" "Oh!" Canaris nodded happily: "Yes, yes, black leather bag!" "That guy is really good. He pretended to be an American diplomat, and after being caught by my people, he behaved very calmly and calmly, without any haste!" Von Felseneck laughed comfortably: "He was ordered to take the two A French secret agent and all the archives of the Second Office are sent to a safe place, but there is still time to teach me the method of goulash! I can't help thinking of this young man, if there is such a cadre in my headquarters That's it!"

"Hmm." Canaris replied, "There are some clever ghosts in my department, let me think about it..." Of course he couldn't think of it, because he didn't know anything about it.But he instinctively realized that there must be a big mistake here, so he pretended to be indifferent and thought: "Wait, what is this man's name?" "Levin, Thomas Levin! The unit is the Cologne Military District Command, and he showed me my ID card at the end. I will never forget the name——Thomas Levin!" "Levin, of course. This is also a name to remember!" Canaris called the industrious soldier, and picked up two glasses of champagne from a heavy silver tray: "Come, dear general, let's have another glass. Let's go , go into the alcove over there, and tell me more about your dealings with Levin..."

The phone rang mercilessly, and Fritz Roth jumped out of bed, dripping with sweat, cursing his unlucky job of being on edge all the time.He fumbled for the lamp switch in a daze, finally grabbed the receiver, and said hoarsely, "This is Rose!" A voice in the receiver said, "Extreme call from Paris, Admiral Canaris is looking for you." ” Hearing the name Canaris, the major seemed to be pricked by a thorn, thinking that he had suffered again.Well, it's all ears anyway.A familiar voice sounded from the headset: "Is it Major Ross?" "Yes, what's your order, Mr. General?"

"Listen, something very shameful has happened here..." "Shameful thing?" "Do you know a man named Thomas Levine?" The telephone receiver slipped from the major's hand and fell on the quilt.There was a rattling sound in the earphones, Major Ross nervously picked up the receiver again, and stammered: "Yes, yes, Mr. General knows this name..." "So you know the guy? Did you give him a counterintelligence card?" "Open, Mr. General!" "why?" "He... Levin was recruited by me, but it didn't work out... He slipped away, I was worried..." "You're right to be worried, Major Ross, you're right to be worried! Take the nearest train or plane and come here immediately. I'll wait for you at the Lutheria Hotel! Hurry up, understand?" "Yes, Mr. General." Major Ross replied obediently, "I'll be there as soon as possible. If I may ask, what the hell did that guy do?" Canaris told him the situation.The Major's face became paler and paler, and finally he closed his eyes and muttered to himself: "No, no, no! This is impossible! Everything is my fault..." The voice from Paris was aggressive: "This man has recorded List of names, addresses and identification marks of all French agents! Do you understand what this means? This man is vital to our survival and safety. We must find him, no matter the cost! " "Yes, Mr. General. I'll bring some of the most capable people right away." Major Ross sat upright on the bed like a warrior, his pajamas covered his stiff and ridiculous figure: "We must get the list , I'm going to kill him with my own hands..." "You must be crazy, Major Ross!" Canaris said in a low voice: "I want to live, it would be a pity to shoot him!" At a quarter past two on August 20, 1940, a secret order to arrest Thomas was quietly sent to all parts of France through radio waves.At this moment the fugitive Thomas Levin was walking in the boulevard Toulouse-Berge with a black bag in his pocket.The lively girls at Jeanne's had gone to bed, and the little dining room was closed.Only the old-fashioned living room with the large wall mirror was still lit, and Mimi, Simon, and the blond owner of the entertainment venue were nervously waiting for Thomas to return.As soon as Thomas entered the room, several people in the living room let out a long sigh of relief.Jeanna couldn't wait to confess: "It made us anxious!" "Oh, really?" Thomas pretended to be surprised: "Maybe he started worrying as soon as he sent me away!" "This is an order!" Simon roared, "Besides, I don't understand, why are you holding this bag?" Thomas grabbed a bottle of Remy Martin from the table, filled a large glass, solemnly Said matter-of-factly: "I drink to your future. The moment of parting has come, my dear. I have convinced Major Debra that it would be best for me to take the papers to Lisbon. Mr. Colonel, you Return to Paris at once and report to Lily Four, whoever is there." "This means going underground." The colonel's words were heavy. "I wish you a happy work." After Thomas finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the charming innkeeper: "I wish you a good life too, Jeanne. May your entertainment industry prosper." "I will miss you," said Jeanne sadly.Thomas kissed her hand: "It's always painful to be apart." Mi Mi, a charming girl who was always happy and carefree, suddenly burst into tears. She sobbed and panted, and said in a weak voice: "This is really embarrassing...forgive me...I didn't want to Crying..." A few hours later Mimi lay next to Thomas: "...I thought about it again and again, this thing has been tormenting me and causing me great pain..." "I already understand." He said calmly: "You're thinking about Simon, right?" Mimi slammed onto Thomas, tears rolling down her face: "Honey, I love you, madly in love with you... But you are not the kind of man who can get married... You are not as faithful as Jule, although you are much smarter than him! But he is more romantic and ideal than you." "My little darling, then you don't have to ask me to forgive you for that! I was expecting this day. You are both French and love your country, your country. I have no country. . . " "Will you forgive me?" "There's nothing to forgive." She clung to him, repaying his kindness in this gray dawn hour, with the rain outside the window beating on the black cobblestones of the Rue Berger.The couple ended their romance in love just as they fell in love in the first place. Unbeknownst to Thomas Lewin, the Wehrmacht and counterespionage services of the Third Reich were hunting for him.Excited to learn that exile Walter Lindner had found a wife two days later, the two partners, determined to start a South American bank, began their travel preparations.At that time, France's neighboring countries all refused to issue entry visas, and the only document that could be obtained was a travel transit visa, and to obtain such a visa, an overseas entry visa was required.Walter Lindner showed the Argentine consul in Marseilles the receipt proving that he had more than one million dollars at the Rio de Janeiro Plata Bank, and he and his wife were immediately granted a visa each.Lindner explained that he wanted to take his partner, Jean Leblanc, with him to Buenos Aires.Immediately afterwards, this Mr. Jean Leblanc also received a real entry visa with the fake passport issued by the Nancy Spy School.In order to realize his plan, Thomas made a specific plan.On August 28 Thomas Levin and the Lindners left for Marseilles; on August 29 Major Debra took the train to Lisbon via Perpignan, Barcelona, ​​and Madrid.On August 30, Thomas and his party set off from Lisbon for Buenos Aires on the Portuguese cruise ship General Carmona.From September 3rd to September 10th was the deadline for Major Debra and Thomas Levin to meet and hand over documents, and the specific time was after ten o'clock in the evening.Location Estoril Casino.Thomas hoped to make some changes to the roster in the black bag between August 30 and September 3. On the morning of August 29th, a smiling, well-dressed young man stepped into the office of Rainbow Airlines. "Good morning, sir. My name is Leblanc. I am here to collect the Lindners and my plane tickets to Lisbon." "Please wait a moment." The clerk flipped through the registration book: "Yes, here. Tomorrow at 15:45..." He started to issue the ticket.At this time, a small bus stopped at the entrance of the office, and two pilots and a stewardess got off the bus, and they stepped into the office.From the conversation of the three, Thomas heard that they were the crew that had just landed and would fly to Lisbon at 15:45 tomorrow, so he breathed a sigh of relief.The stewardess, who could not have been more than twenty-five at best, was putting on makeup.Danfeng eyes, high cheekbones, golden brown skin, wavy chestnut curly hair resting on the beautiful forehead, looks cold and shy.It's a fawn!He knew what to do now.When this ice goddess began to melt, her reserve was gone.The stewardess was still putting on her makeup, and she deliberately dropped her lipstick on the floor.Thomas confirmed his inference, and he was very proud.He picked up the lipstick and handed it to the brown-eyed fawn, whose eyes were just sparkling with gold. "Thank you!" said the deer. "Can we go now?" Thomas said directly. "What does it mean?" "If you have business to do here, I'd be happy to meet you. I think we'd better go first to the Grand Hotel, where I live, and have an aperitif, then dine at Quito's on Rue de la Paix, and then go to Swim." "please allow me……" "Why, don't you go swimming? Then we'll stay in the hotel and refresh ourselves." "I've never seen anyone like you!" "Eleven thirty. It looks like I'm making you nervous. I know how attractive I am to women. All right, I'll wait for you at the hotel. How about twelve o'clock?" Deer turned his head back He leaned back and walked away with his head held high.Those high-heeled shoes rattled on the terrazzo floor. Thomas went into the bar of the Grand Hotel, ordered whiskey, and sat down to wait.Three minutes after twelve o'clock, the stewardess came with her bathing suit with her. Thomas Levin followed the fat Lindner couple, crossed the taxiway among a large group of passengers, and walked towards the passenger plane waiting to take off.At the entrance to the cabin at the top of the gangway, stood the stewardess Mabel Hastings, who looked content despite her fatigue after a night out. "Hello!" Thomas greeted as he boarded the gangway. "Hello!" Mabel's eyes sparkled.Indeed she had never met anyone like Thomas Levin.After lunch at the Quito restaurant, instead of going for a swim, they went back to the hotel where they both happened to be staying in the same place. When Thomas took Mabel Hastings to pack on the morning of August 30th, she did him another great favor, which was closely related to the black leather bag, and the stewardess was of course kept in the dark. The plane glides slowly past the airport building for takeoff.Thomas looked at the green lawn outside the cabin through the porthole, and a large flock of sheep were grazing peacefully on the lawn.Sheep are auspicious animals and bring good luck, he thought.At this time, he saw a car parked in front of the airport building, and a man in a blue suit and a raincoat jumped out of the car. His face was covered with oil and sweat, and he waved his arms excitedly.It was bad luck for Thomas to feel sorry for the man, and the plane was about to take off, and the poor guy had to stare, and the pilot actually cranked both engines to full speed again.Suddenly Thomas felt a chill run down his spine.He knew the face and the person waving in front of the airport building.He must have seen it somewhere... at last he remembered, at the Gestapo in Cologne!This man is Major Ross, a German counterintelligence officer!Thomas speculated that this group of people followed them here.But, God forbid, Major Ross seemed to be watching me away for the second time, as the plane was about to take off in five seconds...the plane didn't take off, the deafening engine died.The door to the cockpit was flung open, and Mabel Hastings appeared at the hatch, saying in a soft voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need to panic. We just heard from the radio that there is a The late passenger will be on our flight anyway. We're going to take him and the plane will be re-flying shortly." In a short while, Major Ross boarded the plane.He apologized to the passengers in English, then bowed politely to Thomas, who was staring at him as if trying to see through something made of glass. From the moment the plane touched down, Thomas Levine was caught up in the maelstrom, and the exhausted Major Ross followed him.The guy even fell asleep with his mouth open and snoring on the way.Levin was examined with particular care during customs clearance at the airport.He was stripped almost naked and his luggage was turned upside down.All bags were searched.It seemed that the Portuguese security agencies had received some hints beforehand.But the strange thing is that Thomas Levine has neither that considerable dollar wealth nor any black pockets.In the end, the customs officers had to politely let him go, but at this time the Lindners had already arrived at the hotel first.Thomas went to the passport control window, followed by Major Ross.Thomas came to the taxi stand at the airport, and the major still followed.Neither of them said a word. Thomas cursed secretly, "Boss, I'll give you some strenuous games!" He hopped into a taxi, and Rose hopped into one too.The two cars drove out of the airport quickly and went straight to the center of this hilly city.Thomas had spent six weeks here on holiday, so he was quite familiar with the Portuguese capital.Tomas got off at the Plaza de Don Pedro, and the major's car also stopped.The cafes and terraces around the square were full of natives and exiles arguing excitedly, and Thomas heard the languages ​​of Europe.He mixed into the bustling crowd and walked forward with the flow of people.Ross tried his best for fear of losing his tracking target.Now Thomas wanted to give his old superior a run.I saw him walking quickly into the back alleys near the sea for a while, climbing to the thoroughfare with a steep slope, passing through the gate and passing the long corridor unexpectedly turning corners... But he grasped the measure, allowing Ross to curse him but not As for being dumped by him.After playing hide-and-seek for over an hour, Thomas Levin finally jumped into a taxi and the major followed him to Gascais, a small fishing village near Estoril's exclusive beach.There's a decent restaurant there.The blood-red sunset slowly sank into the sea, and the night fell on the seaside with a breeze.The car pulled up in front of the restaurant and Thomas got out.The old broken car that the major was riding in followed closely behind and stopped.The German counterespionage officer crawled out, gulping for fresh air, looking pitiful. Thomas decided to end this brutal game.He walked towards Rose, took off his hat, and said kindly, like a bewildered child: "Now we can take a breather, you have worked hard enough these two days." "So to speak." The major tried to defend his professional honor: "Even if you run away to the ends of the earth, you will never escape my grasp, Levin." "Not necessarily, boss! We are not in Cologne, a German major is not very capable in Lisbon, my dear Ross!" Major Ross in plain clothes held back his breath and said, "You'd better call me Ray Come on, Monsieur LeBlanc." "Hey, that's it! This name is indeed much nicer, Mr. Lehman." "How did you find me?" "We pursued them all the way to Toulouse, and I have to say I admire them. The ladies at Madame Jeanne's place are so strong that you can't get anything out of their mouths, no matter if it's threats or temptations." "Then who told the secret?" "There is a villain named Alphonse, whom you must have offended." "For poor Baby, yes, yes," Thomas remembered.He stared at the major and said straight to the point: "Mr. Lehman, Portugal is a neutral country. I warn you that I will defend myself." "But dear Levin. I am sorry, dear Monsieur Leblanc. You are quite mistaken. I have ordered you to be spared by Admiral Canaris. But you must go back to Germany, and I am entrusted with Buy that black bag in your hand." "Oh." "What do you want about that?" the major whispered, leaning closer to the table, "I know you still have the list." Thomas lowered his eyelids, and after a moment he stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I have to make a phone call." Instead of using the phone in the restaurant, he walked the extra few steps down the street to a phone booth just to be on the safe side.Go to the Estoril-Palca Palace Hotel and speak to Miss Hastings.After a while, the stewardess answered on the other end of the phone: "Is it Rang? Where are you now? I miss you so much!" "Maybe we'll meet later. Well, I have a business to discuss. Mabel, I accidentally put a black leather bag in your box when I was helping you pack this morning. My little boy, please take it Give it to the porter downstairs and let him lock it in the safe, will you?" "Okay, dear...but you have to pay attention to the time, don't come back too late, I will fly to Dakar tomorrow." Thomas squeezed the receiver, and suddenly felt ominous, thinking that someone was standing outside the phone booth and eavesdropping on their conversation.He suddenly pushed the door open, only to hear a scream, a tall and thin man stumbled back a few steps, covering his forehead with one hand. "Oh, I'm sorry." Thomas apologized quickly, and suddenly he raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly.It turned out he had dealt with the man at London airport.It was May, 1939, when he was deported by this very man. Thomas felt that he had probably lost his mind, otherwise how could he have thought this man was Lovejoy?This can only be an illusion. How could Lovejoy come from London to the suburbs of Lisbon?Thomas decided to make an extremely daring test to see if he was really mad.Thomas raised his eyebrows and asked unexpectedly, "Mr. Lovejoy, how are you?" "It's much worse than you, Mr. Levin." The tall, thin man replied without hesitation: "Do you think it's a great pleasure to run around the city after you? And the taste of knocking on doors." Lovejoy wiped the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief, and a bump slowly bulged on his forehead.It seems that Thomas's mind is sane, and it is the world he lives in that is crazy!The level of madness is even developing!Thomas knew this guy must have a background.So he took a deep breath, leaned against the phone booth, and said, "Mr. Lovejoy, why are you in Lisbon?" The representative of the interests of the British Empire immediately put on a straight face and said, "If you can call me Ai I would appreciate a word from Linton, who is my name in Portugal." "Let's change one for another! Please change my name to LeBlanc, which is my name in Portugal. Besides, you haven't answered my question yet." Lovejoy told the ins and outs of the matter.If his words were to be believed, the cause would have been that British intelligence had tapped all radio contacts in connection with Major Ross's arrest of Thomas, and that the last telegram brought the news that Ross was following the fugitive to Lisbon. "So I came to Lisbon, too." Lovejoy finished his short narrative: "I took the postal flight and arrived two hours before you. I followed you from the airport and followed you all the way here. Sitting in the restaurant That fellow on the terrace must be Major Ross." "Sharp enough! Don't you know him?" "No." "Oh! Come with me to the restaurant over there, and I will introduce you. We will eat seashells together later, but if we don't eat seashells in Gascais, that would be..." "Stop talking nonsense! We know very well that you are playing double-faced tricks!" "Oh." "You have a leather bag containing a list of important French agents who are lurking in France and Germany. I can't let you sell this bag to the shrewd and capable Major Ross! Of course, he will give you money, a lot of money..." "You'd better tell God that!" "...but I can also offer the same amount of money, or even more money!" Lovejoy laughed contemptuously: "Because I know that what you are interested in is only money, and you have no reputation or belief. There is no conscience and regret, let alone ideals and integrity..." "Okay," said Thomas Levin calmly, "you've said enough, now shut that mouth! Who is preventing me from returning to England and continuing to live and work as a citizen? And who is it?" Acting as an accomplice and destroying my life? Isn't it you and your damned intelligence agency! You think I feel sorry for you, sir?" Thomas thought it was time to give you bastards a little color. Three minutes later, Thomas returned to Major Ross: "Sorry for keeping you waiting." "You met an acquaintance? I saw you standing by the phone booth." "An old acquaintance is still your competitor, Mr. Lehman." Ross slammed the table and cursed: "You vicious dog!" "Don't say that." Thomas did not show weakness: "If you can't treat people politely, then I will tell you to stay here alone!" The major restrained himself and said: "You are German, I remind you that you should have National sense..." The major held back his breath and said, "Then you sell me the bag, and I'll pay you three thousand dollars." "The gentleman from London offered twice as much as you." "Then how much do you want?" "Nonsense, as much as you want." "You are such a shameless rascal." "How much, Lehman. How much?" "I can... I must ask Berlin for new instructions..." "Then go ask for instructions, Lehman. Please ask for instructions, but hurry up, my ship will set sail in a few days." The night was still warm, and Thomas took an open taxi for a drive back to downtown Lisbon.Under the bright moonlight, the sea water slapped the embankment and splashed silvery waves.Thick pine trees and palms grow on both sides of the wide road, and high-end villas are dotted among them.There is a romantic tavern on the hillside, where women's laughter and light dance music can be heard.Thomas got off the car at the bustling Don Pedro Square in the city center, where the roads are made of black and white mosaics.In the cafe next to the spacious street garden, there are still no empty seats and noisy people.There was a dull chime from the church, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.Just before the lingering sound of the bell, Thomas was surprised to find that people all jumped up from their chairs and rushed to the corner of the square.He was in the crowd, and he was pushed and squeezed by him.At the end of the square stands a newspaper building.Under the eaves, there is an illuminated subtitle board, which reflects the latest news.At the moment, thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at the luminous words that are equivalent to life and death for countless people: ( Thomas turned around and watched the faces of the people.He found that except for a few people who were indifferent, the faces of most people showed expressions of pain, fear, worry and despair.As soon as Thomas stepped into his suite, a pair of gentle arms wrapped around his neck from behind.He immediately smelled the perfume of Mabel Hastings.The young stewardess was naked, wearing only a string of white beads on her body and a pair of high heels on her feet. "Jean, you're finally here...you made me wait!" She kissed him tenderly, but he asked seriously, "Where's the black bag?" "As you ordered, it was deposited in the hotel safe." "Great, then let's just talk about love." At 8:30 the next morning, Mabel, who was tired but happy, flew to Dakar in a random group.At ten o'clock in the morning, Thomas, who was in a good mood and tireless, had a hearty breakfast, and started to implement a series of plans before he left Europe to exact revenge on the German, British, and French intelligence agencies that had tortured him.August 31, 1940, to find maps of German and French cities.Thomas Levine went into the largest bookstore in Lisbon and found such a map in a guidebook from 1935.Then he went to the General Post Office and used his charm and smooth tongue to conquer a female employee who was not too young. She brought out the telephone directory of five German cities and fourteen French cities for him to look up. .Thomas copied a total of 120 names and addresses from these telephone books, and then bought a typewriter and paper in Augustus Avenue.Back at the hotel Thomas retrieved the black leather bag from the concierge and went into his room.He opened the black bag, which contained all his cash possessions, half a dozen heavily written lists, and blueprints for a new heavy tank, a flamethrower, and a fighter-bomber.Thomas really wanted to throw the damn thing down the toilet right away.But he knew that Major Debra knew what was in the bag.Lovejoy and Mr. Ross only know to ask for the list... A total of 117 names were recorded on those six pages of typed paper. They were all active-duty military officers and plainclothes agents of the Second Division, as well as French secret agents lurking in Germany and reliable contacts living in Germany and France. Every name has an address after it.There are two code words printed on the back of each address, the first sentence is a question, and the second sentence is an answer.Only by passing the password can you confirm whether the other party is the one you are looking for.For example, Adolph Kunze Welker, Berlin-Grünerwald, 145 Bismarck Allee.1. "Does the pigeon on the copper roof of the garden hut belong to your family?"Then a new sheet of paper was rolled up on the typewriter, and a map of the downtown area of ​​Frankfurt am Main was spread out.He picked out the name Friedrich Kesselhut from the telephone book of the city of Munich, typed it on a piece of paper, and then lay down on the map of Frankfurt and searched carefully.In the end he decided on Erlenstrasse, which was not very long, close to the Mainz road.How many houses would there be in Erlan Street?Thomas wasn't sure.Thirty buildings?Forty buildings?Anyway, there will not be sixty buildings.So he hit the keys of the typewriter Friedrich Kesselhut, Frankfurt am Main.77 Erlen Street; 1. "Is that little girl in Helen of Ferchene blonde or brunette?" , this counts as number one, now I have to make up one hundred and sixteen people, and I have to copy this shit three times.One for Lovejoy, one for Rose, and one for Debra.It's an unlucky job, but the reward is indispensable!He continued typing the list, and after half an hour he stopped suddenly. “见他妈的鬼！”他暗暗骂道，因为他发觉管样做根本行不通。托马斯原以为只要把真名单销毁就行了，因为它只会制造新的不幸，不管是德国人还是英国人或法国人，谁得到它后果都一样，而托马斯不愿意因为这张名单死更多的人。另一方面，他也想报复一下那些破坏了他生活的白痴。可是，他这么做能达到目的吗？如果法国人和英国人要使用他伪造的假名单活动的话，他们就会发现，一切都不对头，这是预料之中的。可德国人呢？假使法兰克福真的有个叫弗里德利希·凯塞尔胡特的人，只不过他家没有安装电话，或者爱尔伦街已被延长了，那儿现在确实有个七十七号门牌……盖世太保一定会把所有叫凯塞尔胡特的人都抓去，对他们严刑逼供，把他们关起来，甚至处死…… The phone rang.托马斯从沉思中惊醒过来，赶紧抓起了听筒。当他听见一个熟悉的声音，不由得闭上眼睛。 “我是雷曼，我已经和您知道的那位先生通过电话了。这样吧，六千美元。” “不行！”托马斯回答。“为什么？”来自科隆的少校慌了：“您不是已经出手了？” "No." “那为何不干？”托马斯忧郁地盯着夹在打字机上的纸，说：“我还在和别人谈判。您报的价我先记下来，明天再打电话来。”说完他就挂上了电话。托马斯恼怒地想我非得往名单里写上个叫弗里曼·罗斯的家伙不可！他一鼓脑儿把所有的文件都塞进黑包里，交给楼下门房总管，让他把东西锁进旅馆的保险柜。托马斯打算散散步，好好想一想。肯定会找到解决问题的办法，肯定会…… 洛夫乔伊坐在旅馆的大厅里，额头上的大包还没消下去。见托马斯走来，他连忙起身相迎，两只眼睛瞪得溜圆：“包呢？怎么回事？我可是清清楚楚地看见它的。到底怎么了？” “我还在和别人谈判，明天再问我吧。” “您听着，我出的钱比纳粹的要多。任何情况下都比他们的多！” “明白，明白，这很好。”托马斯说完便撇下他一人，走到外面铺满阳光的大街上。 火车站的大厅里有一个发售世界各地的报纸和画刊的摊档。这里丘吉尔同希特勒、戈林与罗斯福的画像并排悬挂在一起，和睦相处，四周贴满了摩登女郎和裸体美男子的图片以及有关战争的大字标题。“买报纸！请您快点。”托马斯上气不接下气地对满脸皱纹的老营业员嚷道：“所有法国的和所有德国的报纸都要。” “可这些报都是前天的。” “没关系！您尽管给我好了，上个星期的也行，上上个星期的也要。” “您喝醉了吧？” “我完全清醒。快点吧，老爹！”老营业员耸了耸肩膀，便把过期的《帝国报》、《人民观察报》、《柏林报》、《德国总汇报》、《慕尼黑最新消息》以及《晨报》、《劳动报》、《巴黎儿童》、《巴黎晚报》连同九种法国地方省报的全部存货都搬了出来。 托马斯·列文带着一大包旧报纸回到了旅馆，一进屋他就锁上了门，一头扎进沾满灰尘的故纸堆里仔细研究起来，不过他眼光始终停留在最后一页上，也就是专门刊登讣告的栏目里。在巴黎和科隆，在图卢兹和柏林，在勒哈弗尔和慕尼黑，每天都有许多人与世长辞，对死人盖世太保是无能为力的。托马斯开始打字，工作进行得十分顺手，因为这下他甚至可以问心无愧地使用真实地址了…… 一九四零年九月二日，托马斯·列文在杜瓦特·帕谢科大厦的皮货商店里购置了两只黑皮包，下午他拿着其中的一只来到戈蒙斯·杜·桑托斯先生那装潢不俗的店铺里。桑托斯先生是里斯本的缝纫大师，他满脸堆笑地出来迎接托马斯·列文，和他热诚亲切地握手寒暄。在一间裱有粉红色丝绸墙布的更衣室里，托马斯见到了罗斯少校。这位反间谍军官穿了一套漂亮的深色法兰绒西服，看样子是新做的。“谢天谢地！”罗斯一见托马斯便如释重负地松了口气，三天来眼前的这个人让少校伤透了脑筋。他们俩一次又一次地在酒吧间、旅馆的大厅和海滨浴场会面。每次托马斯都以还不能决定，要再跟英国人谈谈为借口把他拖住。对洛夫乔伊托马斯也玩着同样地把戏，他一再安抚对方，并指出他的竞争者愿意出更多的钱。用这种办法，托马斯直到两位急于求成的先生把各自的价码都加到一万美元才善罢甘休。托马斯还煞有介事地分别对这两个人说：“在您离开此地之前，务必对我卖包一事绝对保密，否则您的生命就有危险。”少校握了握托马斯的手，说：“我的飞机一小时后起飞。祝您走运，老鬼！我真的喜欢上了您，也许我们会再见面的。” "I hope not." “那么好吧！”托马斯说：“祝您一路顺风，雷曼先生。请向海军上将先生转达我一个素不相识者的问候。” 里斯本奥德翁影剧院的休息厅里放着一块告示牌，上写鉴于葡萄牙的特殊政治形势本影剧院一律不放映新闻简报。可奥德翁影剧院却放映了德国片《战火的洗礼》。四点钟，托马斯和洛夫乔伊在包厢里碰头了。当银幕上德国的飞机俯冲轰炸华沙时，一只黑色的皮包和一万美元的钞票已经悄悄地互易其主了。为了盖过震耳欲聋的枪炮声和雄壮的进行曲，洛夫乔伊提高嗓门冲着托马斯的耳朵喊道：“我特意选中了这家电影院，这儿没人能听清我们的交谈。怎么样，聪明吧？” “太聪明了！” “那个纳粹分子这下可完蛋喽！” “您什么时候飞往伦敦？” “今晚就走。” “那就祝您旅途愉快！” "what did you say?" “我说祝您旅途愉快！”托马斯对着他的耳朵大声说。 真正的名单托马斯当然早就撕成碎片，扔在套间的浴室里放水冲掉了。存放在帕尔卡旅馆保险柜里的原件黑包，正等着莫里斯·德布拉少校的到来，包里装着第三份写有一百一十七个死人姓名的假名单，德布拉眼下正在马德里。九月三号他就要到达里斯本，按事先跟托马斯商量好的办法，从三号起每天晚上十点以后都得在爱斯托里耳的赌厅里等候。托马斯也要这么做。 九月三号的晚上，托马斯从旅馆里出来乘高速列车前往埃斯托利尔。一路上他心里盘算着现在就剩下这个少校要对付了。事情一了结，我马上隐匿到一家小客栈里去，一直躲到九月十号。九月十号是卡尔蒙纳将军号邮船启程的日子，托马斯认为在离开葡萄牙之前最好隐蔽起来，因为必须估计到，在这段时间内至少柏林方面会发现他搞的阴谋诡计。德布拉察觉其中有诈的可能性是微乎其微的，少校还要去达卡尔，当然不久的将来他也会对托马斯大失所望。“这个可怜的家伙。”托马斯心想：“我还真喜欢他！不过说句实话，换了他也会这么干的。约瑟芬是个女人，她一定会理解我……” “女士们，先生们，来玩两把吧！”赌局的庄家潇洒地把小白球抛入缓慢旋转的赌盘里，小球逆着赌盘的转向滚动，看上去令人眼花缭乱。一个身穿红色晚礼服的女士像中了魔似地注视着小球的转动，一双手在一小堆筹码上微微颤抖。她皮肤白皙，相貌秀丽，年纪大概三十岁左右。黑发从中间分开，象一顶小便帽一样，紧贴在头上。一张弯弯的小嘴十分好看，两只黑亮的眼睛闪闪发光，表现出一种矜持高雅的风度。此刻她的精力完全集中在轮盘赌上。 托马斯观察这位女士已经一个小时了，他坐在大赌厅里供应饮料的柜台旁，呷着威士忌酒。枝形吊灯洒下柔和的光线，辉映着墙上珍贵的名画、巨形的白金镜面，厚厚的地毯，也照耀着足登浅口薄皮鞋的侍者、身穿黑色晚礼服的男绅和袒胸露背的女士。灯光下轮盘在旋转、小球在滚动……咔嚓一声！“零！”庄家高声喊道，他旁边那位穿红衣服的女士又输了。托马斯看见这个女人在这一个小时内还从未赢过。她不仅输掉了钱财，而且也慢慢失态了。只见她手指哆嗦地点了一枝烟，不停地眨动着眼皮，打开用金丝编织的小包取出钞票来，朝庄家丢过去。庄家把现钞换成筹码，于是红衣女人又押上赌注。 许多桌子上都拉开了赌局，也有用纸牌赌的。大厅里不乏漂亮女人，可托马斯眼里只有一人，那就是这位穿红色礼服的女士。那种冷静与激动、举止得体和赌兴大发的神态交织在一起，强烈地叩击着托马斯的心扉。“红二十七，单数大头！”庄家喊出几句赌博术语，她又输了。托马斯见柜台里调配饮料的侍者直摇头。侍者也正朝那女人望去，并同情地叹息道：“真够倒霉的啊！” “这人是谁？”托马斯问。“一个疯狂的赌徒。您瞧瞧，她已经输了多少！” "What's her name?" “埃斯特勒娜·罗德利格。” "Married?" “守寡了，丈夫过去是律师。我们称她领事夫人。” “红五，单数小头！”吆喝声中领事夫人又输了。现在她面前只剩下七只筹码，孤伶伶地躺在桌上。 托马斯突然听见有人小声招呼他：“是列布朗先生吗？”他慢慢转过身，看见面前站着个又胖又矮的男子。这个人满脸通红大汗淋漓，显得十分紧张。他用法语说：“您就是列布朗先生，对吗？” "yes." “请跟我到盥洗间去一下。” "What are you doing?" “我有事要对您讲。”托马斯心想，坏了，准是那两个杂种中有一个从那些名单中看出了什么破绽。于是他便摇了摇头：“有话就在这儿说。”矮个男子对托马斯耳语道：“德布拉少校在马德里遇到了麻烦，他的护照被没收了，所以无法离开西班牙。他请您尽快给他搞一张假护照。” “什么样的护照？” “您在巴黎时有一堆那玩意儿的呀！” “可我都送人了！”矮子象是没听见托马斯的话，说：“我刚才往您口袋里塞了个信封，里面有德布拉少校的照片和我在里斯本的住址。护照搞好后就按这个地址给我送来。” “但我得先有张护照才行！”矮子神经质地向周围看了看，说：“我要走了……请您尽力帮忙。给我打电话来。”说完便快步离开了赌厅。“您听着！”托马斯在他背后喊道，可那人已经不见了。 托马斯·列文的目光移到了红衣女人的身上。她刚刚站起身，脸色苍白神思不安，看样子是输了个一干二净。托马斯突然眉头一皱，计上心来。十分钟后在雅致的赌场餐厅里，托马斯和领事夫人坐在最讲究的桌子旁共进晚餐，一个由妇女组成的小乐队在奏意大利作曲家威尔第的作品。三个男招待围着托马斯他们的桌子跳着优美的芭蕾舞，他们刚端上了主菜葡萄牙式牛肝。“这辣椒沙司的味道真不错。”托马斯称赞道：“实在是太绝了！您觉得呢，夫人？” "It's delicious." “这多亏加了番茄汁，是它的功劳……有什么地方不对劲吗？” “干嘛这么说？” “您刚才那样奇怪地盯着我，那样严厉！”领事夫人十分威严地回答道：“先生，我不愿看到您成为某种错误的牺牲品，让陌生男人请我吃饭，绝非我的本性。” “夫人，您无需作任何解释。一个绅士知道在女士面前该怎么做。我们别忘了，是我硬要您，对了是强迫您来品尝这夜间小吃的！”领事夫人叹了口气，眼光突然变得温柔起来。托马斯一边估算着她丈夫大概死了有多久，一边说：“在神经紧张、心灵痛苦的时刻，人应该不断补充含热量高的食物。您输了很多钱吗？” “多，相当多！” “您不应该赌钱的，夫人。再来几个橄榄吧？像您这样相貌的妇女注定要输的，这可谓天经地义。” “啊！”领事夫人那好看的衣领开口泄露了她内心的慌乱：“列布朗先生，您从不赌博吗？” “从不玩轮盘赌。” “直幸运！” “我是银行家，凡是其过程无法受我智力影响的游戏，我都不感兴趣。”托马斯的心开始激动起来这个女人一会温顺得像只羊羔，一会儿又忽然变成了凶猛的母虎……我的天呐，这可以编成一出好戏呢……“在这个世界上我最恨两种东西，先生。” "Which two kinds?" “轮盘赌和德国人。”埃斯特勒娜咬牙切齿地说。 "Oh." “您是法国人，我想你至少理解我痛恨德国人的感情……” “完全理解，夫人。完全！可您究竟为什么要恨德国人呢？” “我的第一个丈夫就是德国人。” "I understand." “而且是赌场经理！我无需再说下去了。” 托马斯觉得这样的谈话有点离谱了，便说：“当然不需要，然而有件事将会使我很高兴……” "What's up?" “我出钱供您赌一晚上。” “我说先生！” “如果您赢了，我们俩平分。” “不行！不可能！我根本不认识您呀……”过了一小会儿：“那么我的意思是必须有个条件，即如果我赢了，我们一定要共享所得。” “那还用说。”埃斯特勒娜的两眼开始放光了，呼吸也急促起来，两颊腾起了红云：“饭后点心在哪儿？啊，我是多么兴奋呐！我有预感从现在开始我要赢了，一定会赢的……” 一小时后这位满怀激情的女人又输了两千埃斯库多，差不多相当于三千马克。她心情沉重、满脸悲伤地走到坐在酒吧柜台旁的托马斯跟前，说：“天呐！我真不好意思。” “有什么不好意思的？” “我怎么还您这笔钱呢？我，我眼下手头很紧……” “您就当成是送您的礼物罢了。” “绝对不行！”这下领事夫人又是一副复仇天使的模样，好象一座大理石塑像：“您把我当成什么人了！看来您彻底看错我了，先生！” 小客厅里灯光昏暗，带有红色灯罩的小灯给屋子涂上了一层朦胧的色彩。一张小桌上摆着一个像架，那是一位面容严肃、戴着夹鼻镜的大鼻子先生——一年前去世的律师佩德洛·罗德利格，从银边镜框里望着他的遗孀埃斯特勒娜。“啊！让，让，我真是太幸福了……” “我也一样，埃斯特勒娜。跟你一样，要烟吗？” “让我抽口你的……”托马斯把烟递过去，然后思绪万千地瞧着这个美丽的女人。午夜早过去了，领事夫人这宽敞的别墅里万籁俱寂，人们都在梦乡里酣睡。她紧靠在他身上，抚摸他。“埃斯特勒娜，小宝贝……” “什么事，我的心肝？” “你背了很多债吗？” “多得吓人……房子抵押出去了……首饰我也典当了，可我总还希望能把一切都赢回来。”托马斯的眼光移到那张照片上：“他给你留下了很多遗产吗？” “小小的一笔……这个残忍可恶的轮盘赌，我真恨死它啦！” “还有那些德国人。” “对，还有德国人。” “对了，亲爱的。你到底是哪个国家的领事夫人？” “哥斯达黎加的。问这干嘛？” “你签发过哥斯达黎加的护照吗？” “没有，从未签过……” “但你的丈夫肯定办过这事？” “是的，他签过……从战争爆发起就没人再来这儿了。我相信，在葡萄牙已经没有哥斯达黎加人了。” “宝贝，那么你家里总有些空白的护照填写表吗？” “我不太清楚。佩德洛死时，我把所有的表格和图章都装进一个箱子里，放到阁楼上去了。你怎么对那玩意儿感兴趣？” “宝贝，因为我很想办张护照。” “办张护照？”托马斯抓住她经济拮据这一弱点，和颜悦色地说：“当然也可能是好几张。” “让！”她害怕了：“你是在开玩笑吧？” “我说的是真话。” "Who are you?" “是个好人。” “可是！我们拿护照有什么用？” “可以卖钱，我的孩子，买主多得很。而且他们都肯出大价钱。有了钱你就能……我不必再往下说了……” “哦！”埃斯特勒娜深深地吸了口气，那样子显得很迷人。她一言不发沉思了很久，然后猛地站起身走进了洗澡间。回来时她带了一件浴衣，把它递给托马斯。“穿上！” “你这是要上哪儿去，小宝贝？” “当然是上阁楼去！”说完，她便趿拉丝质高跟拖鞋，磕磕绊绊地朝门口走去。 阁楼挺大而且腾得空荡荡的，里面散发着一股木棉和萘的气味，埃斯特勒娜拿着袖珍电筒。托马斯从一块卷成团的大地毯下搬出一只木箱来。埃斯特勒娜跪在他旁边，俩人打开那嘎吱作响的箱盖，箱子里放着表格、书籍、图章和护照。埃斯特勒娜抓起护照，迅速翻看起来，一本、两本、五本、八本，一共十四本护照。这些护照全都是旧的，而且污迹斑斑，上面粘着不相识的人的照片，盖满各种印章。“过期！过期！无效！”埃斯特勒娜大失所望地直起腰：“连一本新护照也没有，全是旧的，没法派用场。” “恰恰相反。”托马斯小声说，并亲了她一下：“过期的旧护照最好！” "I do not understand……" “你马上就会明白的。”化名让·列布朗的托马斯·列文得意地保证道。他还没有察觉到，厄运已经悄悄地降临在他身上，将他再次抛入险象丛生的漩涡里……