Chapter 4 third chapter

At noon on September 4, 1940, Thomas Levine was well-dressed and looking bright.Wearing a fringed top hat and carrying a large leather bag, he walked into the labyrinthine old city of Lisbon with unhurried steps.He went into a butcher shop, bought a good sirloin, bought a bottle of white wine, several bottles of red wine, olive oil, flour, eggs, sugar and various seasonings in the shop next door. Got a pound of onions and two heads for salad at the colorful market.After shopping, Thomas quickly walked towards the narrow and dark Negro Street.There he turned into a dilapidated courtyard.Thomas stepped forward and knocked on one of the doors, but there was no sound inside. He knocked hard twice more, but there was still no sound.He turned the handle and the door creaked open.Thomas walked across the hall into a large studio.It is very bright here, and the dazzling sunlight shines into the room through a huge window, illuminating everything in the house.A dozen messy sketches, a table full of paints, brushes, bottles and cans, and cigarette butts, and a man in his fifties sleeping on the couch in all his clothes.

The man had thick black hair and dark stubble that hid his pale sunken cheeks.He was snoring rhythmically at the moment, and there was a blank brandy bottle in front of the sofa. "Pereira!" Thomas yelled, but the painter didn't respond. "Hey, Pereira!" The bearded man snored, turned over and fell asleep again.Thomas said resignedly: "Okay, I'll go and prepare lunch first." An hour later, the painter Renardo Pereira woke up.He opened the kitchen door, and a stranger appeared in front of him, who was busy cooking by the stove wearing an apron. "Hello." The stranger smiled and said, "Have you slept enough?" The painter suddenly trembled all over, grabbed the armchair, slumped heavily into it, and sighed, "Oh, this damned liquor... After getting to this point, I’m excited again.” Thomas poured a glass of red wine, handed it to the trembling man, and put a hand on his shoulder like a father: “Don’t be nervous, this is a coma caused by alcoholism, I am a living person, named Jean Leblanc. Here, take a sip first, and then move around, and we will have dinner later." Renardo took a sip of the wine, wiped his lips and asked: "You What are you doing in my kitchen?"

"Burn onion soup, make beef fillet..." "Are you crazy?" "And cake for an after-dinner snack. I know you're hungry and in need of care and affection." "Why are you doing this?" "So that you can get me a fake passport after dinner." Thomas said calmly.Renaldo stood up abruptly, grabbed a heavy frying pan and roared, "Get out, agent. Or I'll smash your brains out!" "Don't do it, don't do it, here's a letter for you." Thomas wiped his hands on the apron, took out an envelope from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Reinaldo.The artist tore open the envelope and took out a piece of letter paper, and looked at it carefully.After a while he looked up and asked, "Where did you know Luis Tamiro?"

"We met for the first time last night in the Casino Estoril. Stumpy Luis brought me a message that an old friend of mine was in trouble in Madrid and his passport had been confiscated. So he needed a New, and fast. Louis recommended that you are a real artist, top-notch and with many years of experience, and you are the most suitable person for this job." Renardo shook his head: "Unfortunately, I Wash your hands and quit. I told Juanita, she's my wife, you know..." "She left you. Because you're in a bad financial position. Louise told me all about it. A woman who runs away when her husband is in trouble. You'll see when you get another See how she gets back to you when you get money."

"Money, who will give me money?" "Me." Renardo shook his head again after stroking his beard, and said in the tone of a teacher teaching a silly child: "Listen carefully, it is wartime, and the only way to imitate a passport is with watermarked paper, and this kind of paper is You have to be in the passport-issuing country to steal it..." "I know all of this." "Then you should also know that this kind of paper was no longer available during the war, so it is impossible to forge a passport. It can only be altered and forged. How can it be forged?" Thomas replied while tasting the food: " It goes something like this, get someone drunk and knock him down, then take his passport and tamper with it."

"Exactly! Now you see, I don't do this kind of thing. I don't do it if I can't fake it legally. I'm a pacifist!" "It's exactly the same as me. Look at the window sill, there is a gift for you." Renaldo straightened up, walked to the window with less hobble and asked: "What is this thing?" "Four expired Costa Rican passports full of official seals. If you will help me alter one of them, the remaining three will be yours." The forger picked up a passport and took a deep breath Looking at Thomas in awe, he asked, "Where did you get these passports?"

"Picked it up last night." There are two men sitting in a coffee shop on the street, with ouzo on the table.Stumpy Luis Tamiro looked at the doctored passport and said admiringly, "A job well done, really!" "When is your plane leaving?" "Two hours later." "Say hello to Debra for me and tell him to try to come quickly, my ship sets sail in five days." "Hopefully he arrives in Lisbon in five days." "What do you mean?" Luis Tamiro took a sip of the Brazilian cigarillo worriedly: "Spain claims to be neutral to the outside world, but in fact it allows German spies to operate freely. Now there are three German tourists watching the major day and night. They Followed him every step of the way in Madrid. Each took turns on the eight-hour shift. The major knew this and couldn't get rid of these three guys. Their names were Weiss, Loffler and Hart, and they lived in the same residence as the major. Palace Hotel."

"What's the crux of the matter?" "Since the major's passport was confiscated, he can't leave Madrid. The three Germans know who he is, but they can't verify it. They want to find out what the major is doing in Madrid. Besides, as soon as he leaves the city, the Spanish police There is a reason to lock him up. Once in prison, they can smuggle him to Germany." "He has to get rid of those three." "Yes, but what kind of throwing method? Those guys are waiting for the moment when he tries to escape, so that he can be caught!" Thomas looked at the little man curiously and asked, "I said Tamiro, what are you doing?" What kind of occupation do you do?" The chunky Tamiro grinned: "I do everything that is prohibited, human trafficking, arms smuggling, black market transactions... all for money. I used to be a jeweler, in Madrid open shop."

"and after?" "I was bankrupt in the Civil War, my store was bombed and my goods were stolen. I was still full of political outrage. No, no, enough, enough! Now I have a fixed price for everything! To hell with ideals!" Thomas Levin asked in a low voice: "Perhaps you know some people in Madrid?" "Know a lot." "You just said that there is a fixed price for everything?" "certainly!" "Listen, how much would it cost your fellows to organize a large-scale spontaneous civil unrest?" "What do you want to do?" Thomas told Luis Tamiro his thoughts.

"Heh..." In the middle of the night, when Thomas Levin walked into Consul Estellana Rodrigue's room, she woke up suddenly and subconsciously screamed.Tremblingly, she turned on the bedside lamp with a red shade, and covered her chest with one hand. "My God! Jean, you scare the hell out of me!" "I'm sorry, dear. It's late at night, and I used that passport to send this person on the plane..." He said lying on the side of the bed, and she leaned over and hugged him. "Kiss me..." She hugged him vigorously and said, "You are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time! For hours! I thought I was going to die! I thought I was going to die for sure!"

"Is it because you miss me?" "That's right." "how?" "I've been looking forward to you tonight, to give me some money. So I can go to Estoril!" "Ok!" "I had a dream. I dreamed that you were a German, or my lover! A German! Actually, I hate Germans! I thought I was going to die...Jean, can you understand me?" "Understood." Thomas went to the bathroom.He heard her calling him from the room: "Come quickly! Come to your Estellena..." In the middle of the night, Thomas suddenly burst out laughing, waking Estelle awake. She shoves Thomas awake in a panic. "Let, let, what's the matter?" "What? Oh, I just had a weird dream." "What did you dream about?" "I dreamed that some common people spontaneously rose up to make trouble." He laughed again as he spoke. Madrid, September 5, 1940.The head of the National Secret Police, Filippo Aliados, sent a secret report to his superiors: Admiral Canaris slammed his fist on the desk.At his desk stood Major Fritz Roth, who had rushed from Cologne to Berlin, suffering from cholecystitis. Major Roth was pale.General Canaris blushed.Major Ross said nothing, and the Admiral roared loudly. "Now I've had enough, Monsieur Major! Three of us have been expelled from Spain! The British government has protested again! That's good, the propaganda machine of those hostile countries has a lot to do! Now your rank Mr. Wen is about to burst out laughing in Lisbon!" "Mr. Admiral, I really don't understand that this guy is involved in this matter again!" Canaris said melancholy: "When our people were detained in Madrid, Major Debra left the country. With a false passport, no doubt. He arrived in Lisbon safe and sound. And who was the man he hugged and kissed on the cheek in the Estoril restaurant, do you know? It was your friend Levin! Who was he with? Had a good meal, you know? With your friend Levin!" "No... oh my god! Impossible!" "That's the truth. Our people saw the touching scene of their parting, and there's nothing they can do about it!" Major Ross felt his stomach throbbing.Oh, the damned fellow!Why did I get him out of Gestapo prison then? "Mr. Major, you have a nickname, do you know that? You are called Ross, Major Ross!" "Mr. General, I think this is too unfair!" "It's not fair! You paid this guy ten thousand dollars to make you a list of the most important agents in France. But we found out that the list he provided was full of dead people. It's not fair to call you that nickname." Unfair? Know that your task is to bring this man here!" "But Portugal is a neutral country..." "What the hell! I can't stand it now! I want you to get me this Mr. Levin here! In this room! Live! Live, understand?" "Yes, Mr. Admiral!" On the turntable, brightly lit by searchlights, the plane was being refueled, the plane Debra was going to fly from Lisbon to Dakar.The major looked at Thomas Levine affectionately, and said, "I will never forget what you have done!" Thomas thought that if you knew that the list I gave you was forged, you would never forget it of! "You saved the lists for me! And you saved me from Madrid." Thomas thought yes, and that's why you'll have to forgive me again.Thomas asked, "Where are these lists now?" The major blinked and said, "I'm familiar with our stewardess just like you. She put the lists in her suitcase." Then the radio rang Alright, the announcer said through the loudspeaker: "Please pay attention to Pan American World Airline. Passengers on flight 324 bound for Dakar are requested to check in at the customs gate. I wish you all a safe journey and a smooth journey." ’” Debra drank the wine in one gulp and stood up and said, “Got to go, my friend. Thank you again! Goodbye.” "Please convey my best wishes to Mrs. Josephine Barker," said Thomas Levine. "Mr. Major, take care of your journey. Perhaps we shall never see each other again." "Who knows?" Thomas shook his head. "I'm going to South America on a ship the day after tomorrow. I'll never come back to Europe." The major hugged Thomas again and rubbed his face hard. Kiss twice.Thomas watched Debra step onto the electric walkway and taxi towards the plane. After sending Debra away, Thomas returned to the restaurant and ordered another glass of whiskey.For some reason, Thomas felt an awkward loneliness as the plane roared slowly toward the runway.He sat sullenly for a while, and after paying the money, he walked slowly outside the airport.There were no lights outside the airport building, and the light was very dim. A large car slowly caught up with him from behind.The driver stuck out his head and shouted: "Taxi, or?" There was no one around. "Okay." Thomas replied absently.The driver jumped out and opened the door and bowed to him.Only then did Thomas realize that something was wrong.He was about to turn around, but it was too late.The driver kicked him hard in the knee.Thomas fell with a thump in the back of the car.Four strong hands immediately grabbed him and pinned him to the floor of the car.The car door slammed shut.As soon as the driver got into the car, the car shot into the dark night like an arrow off the string.A wet, foul-smelling cloth was applied to Thomas Levin's face.He guessed in his heart that it was chloroform, that damned anesthetic.He gasped for breath.He distinctly heard someone with a Hamburg accent say, "Hey, nice job. Now go to the port." After a while, Thomas felt the veins in his temples swell; there was a ding in both ears. Jingle bells.He lost consciousness in a dazed state, only feeling that he was drifting down, falling deeper and deeper, as if falling into a deep well with a velvet bottom. After an unknown period of time, Thomas slowly came to his senses, and there was a rumbling sound above his head.He felt cold and felt sick.He opened his right eye cautiously, and found himself lying on the bow of a stinking fishing boat.The sound of the fishing boat's motor kept ringing.At the helm was a diminutive Portuguese man in a leather jacket and pan cap, smoking a dead pipe.Behind the ship, the lights on the shore rise and fall with the bow of the ship.The sea was very stormy, and the ship turned left and right to avoid the waves and sailed forward.Thomas sighed and opened his left eye again.He knew that the open sea lay ahead.On the bench beside him sat two men as strong as oxen.They were all wearing black fur coats and all had guns in their hands.Thomas half propped himself up and said with difficulty: "Gentlemen, good evening. I didn't have a chance to say hello to you at the airport. But that's not my fault! You shouldn't have moved so fast and knocked me down and covered me again." Narcotics." Then one of the two men said in a Hamburg accent: "I warn you, Thomas Levin. If you try to escape, you will be shot!" The other said in a Saxon accent: "Mr. Levine, Your play is over. Now take you home." Thomas asked: "Are you from Dresden?" "From Leipzig, why?" "It's nothing, just ask casually. There is nothing wrong with taking a fishing boat, but is it okay to take a fishing boat back to my hometown in this vast ocean?" "Let's talk nonsense!" said the Hamburger. "Don't worry, Mr. Levin. We've reached your destination by taking you to the high seas in this fishing boat." "Only sent to the designated sea area on the 135th." The Leipzig man also interjected.Thomas noticed that the fishing boat had no positioning lights on.The waves rose higher and higher, and Thomas' heart was churning like the sea.He tried his best to calm down, not to let others see his uneasiness.He forced himself to ask calmly: "Gentlemen, what's the matter with the 135 scheduled sea area?" "There's a submarine coming up there in a quarter of an hour. Everything's going well, you'll see. Very well!" said the little helmsman in Portuguese. "We're out of territorial waters. Where's the money?" The Leipzig The man stood up, staggered to his side and stuffed him with an envelope.He leaned against the helm and counted the banknotes when he got the envelope.Then things changed. Thomas was the first to notice a dark figure approaching in the sea.That huge black figure appeared all of a sudden, rushing straight towards the fishing boat from the vast night.Thomas wanted to yell, but he bit his tongue hard.I thought I couldn't shout... The searchlight suddenly turned on.The whistle blew once, twice, three times.The black figure suddenly turned into a speedboat and was getting closer and was about to collide with it. At this time, the Portuguese helmsman let out a scream and turned the rudder quickly.Too late, the speedboat clicked a hole through the stern of the fishing boat, its prongs sinking deep into the stern of the fishing boat.The pistol slipped from the Hamburger's hand.The Leipzig man also fell on the deck with a thump.The black speedboat retreated a few meters and circled to the side of the fishing boat.It struck the side of the boat again with its prong and the boat was knocked over, belly up on the water.Immediately, Thomas felt an invisible giant hand hit him hard on the back, and he was thrown into the dark and cold water.The sound of cursing, giving orders, and the sound of sirens resounded throughout the area.Thomas choked on a few mouthfuls of salty water, sank and floated again.He saw a lifebuoy with a rope on the deck of the speedboat thrown towards him.As soon as he grabbed the lifebuoy, the rope tightened.In a short while he was dragged to the deck of the speedboat.From a few letters, he saw the name of the speedboat, Kid Lud. "Whiskey or rum?" "whisky." "With ice and soda?" "Only ice, no soda. Just keep the glass full, I get colds easily," Thomas said.A quarter of an hour before, Thomas had been a prisoner of the German intelligence service, and later he was a shipwreck in the Atlantic Ocean.And now, wrapped in a warm blanket, on a thick soft bed in a stately cabin, a man he had never seen stood by a closet offering him drinks.Thomas wondered what life was all about...the man handed him a glass of whiskey and poured himself a full glass.He raised his wine glass and said with a slight smile, "Do it!" "Damn!" Thomas took a swig.Now, he thought, the nasty narcotic was over.Then came a savage roar from outside. "who is it?" "It's our helmsman and your helmsman. They're discussing responsibility," answered the stranger.He wore a blue single-breasted jacket and a pair of very elegant horn glasses: "Of course the responsibility should be borne by your helmsman. Can you sail without positioning lights? Do you want to order ice?" "No thanks. Where are those two, my two escorts?" "Below decks. I think you'll be glad to hear that, won't you?" "Thank you for saving my life. I didn't want to drown." "Come on, cheers, Kaufman Jonas!" "what?" "To us, you are Kaufman Jonas. We don't know your real name yet," Thomas thought, thankfully. "Of course!" Fortunately, I deposited all my documents in Consul Estellana's safe.I was always anticipating what was going to happen. "I can fully understand. I am well aware that you will only reveal your real name in front of the senior leadership. It is not surprising for such an important person as you!" "What? Am I an important person?" "You don't know yet? The German spy agency used a submarine to get you out of Portugal, doesn't it matter?! You can't imagine what you have done for you in these 24 hours! Another plan, It's Berlin again! It's Lisbon again! It's a submarine again! The Germans haven't had radio contact with anyone so crazy in months. Kaufmann Jonas... Kaufmann Jonas , take Kaufmann Jonas to Germany anyway! You don't even know if you're important? You really know how to act! What's the matter, Kaufmann Jonas, what's the matter with you? " "Can I, can I have a glass of whiskey?" The man in the horny glasses poured him another large glass, poured himself a large glass at the same time, and said to himself: "I can get five thousand dollars." , what do children Lutt give up two bottles of whiskey?" "Which family is the kid from, please? Why do you want five thousand dollars?" The man with horny glasses smiled and said, "Kaufman Jonas, you know very well that I am a member of the British Secret Service, right?" "yes." "Then you can call me Roger. That's not my real name, of course. But a false name and a real name are the same thing. Am I right?" My God, thought Thomas bitterly, and it's all over again!I ran away from the Germans, and now I am going to run away from the British.I must buy time to think about it.So he replied cautiously, "Yes, you are absolutely right. I ask again, why five thousand dollars? Whose little boy Lud?" "When we, I mean us little boys of the British intelligence service in Lisbon, overheard the hysterical telegrams of the German intelligence service, and even reported to the M15 in London..." "Who is M15?" "He's the captain of our counterespionage squad." "Oh, that's right." Thomas took a sip of whiskey and thought to himself, these spies called themselves children.Has the British Secret Service become a European kindergarten?A European kindergarten to kill.Oh, dear God, how happy I shall be when I leave this ridiculously dangerous continent one day! "M15 radios the order to fire!" "I can understand." "We responded quickly..." "Of course!" "This Kaufmann Jonas must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Nazis! Haha! How about another whiskey to the Kid Rout?" "Please tell me who the kid Lud is, okay?" "Mrs. Luther Woodhouse, sixty-five years old. Very deaf, had two strokes. Married five times, all five husbands dead, and she is still alive." "very impressive." "Haven't you heard of the Woodhouse Iron Works? Haven't you heard of the Woodhouse Armored Vehicle Works? The Woodhouse Machine Gun Factory? The oldest American arms dealer! Never heard of it?" "I'm afraid not." "Oh, what a poor education you've had! Didn't you have that lesson in school?" "Now you have made up this lesson for me, thank you." "You're welcome. Well, the speedboat belongs to the lady. She is in Lisbon for a brief stay. When we heard about the use of the submarine, we discussed it with her. She borrowed the boat immediately. For us, the rent is five thousand dollars." He said, going to the closet: "It's going well, Kaufman Jonas! It's going very well." "And what happens now?" "Excellent! Everything will be very smooth. Of course we will accuse the Portuguese helmsman of carelessness in steering the boat. Of course he will be responsible for this collision! We have reported by radio and there will be a ship soon The patrol boat came here to pick up the helmsman and your two German friends." "What are they going to do with these three?" "My task is to transport you safely to the villa of the head of the British intelligence service in Portugal, even at the risk of my life. Or would you rather go with your German friends?" "Never, Mr. Roegel. Never!" said Thomas Levine, smiling. The Germans had kidnapped Thomas Levine from Lisbon in an old convertible, and now the British had brought him back to Lisbon in a brand new bulletproof limousine.He was sitting in the back seat, wrapped in a blue silk dressing gown and wearing gold embroidered slippers.His wet clothes were all placed next to the driver's seat.Next to Thomas sat Roger, with an automatic across his lap.Finally the car stopped in front of a villa.A butler in striped trousers and a tapered velvet vest pushed open the heavy iron door.He bowed silently to Thomas with raised eyebrows, and then he locked the door and led the two visitors through a hall toward the study.An elderly gentleman was waiting for the guests.He was well-dressed, with a neatly trimmed mustache, and his military cleanliness aroused Thomas's sincere admiration. "Mission accomplished, sir," Roger told him. "Good job, Jack," said the gentleman in the dark gray suit to Roger, shaking Thomas's hand. "Good morning, Kaufman Jonas. Welcome to the land of the British Empire. I've been waiting so long. How about a glass of whiskey to calm you down?" "I never drink before breakfast, sir." "Understood, very principled. I like this kind of person, I like this kind of person very much." Then he turned to Rogel: "Go upstairs to Charlie and ask him to make radio contact with M15 and report the sun. has risen from the west." "Yes, sir." Rogel left the study.The man said to Thomas, "You can call me Shakespeare, Kaufman Jonas." "Yes, Mr. Shakespeare." "You are French, Mr. Kaufmann Jonas, are you not?" "yes." "I can tell right away! I have good eyesight in this area. I can't be wrong about people!" "thanks." "Mr. Jonas, what is your real name?" He replied: "I am sorry, but my situation is too serious. I must keep silent about my real name." "Sir, on my honor, if you will do anything for my country, I will send you safely to London. Don't forget that we rescued you from the clutches of the Nazis! "I'm exhausted, Mr. Shakespeare," said Thomas. "I must sleep before I make any decision." "Understood, sir. Here is a guest room for you. Consider yourself my guest." Half an hour later, Thomas was comfortably lying on a thick and soft bed.The sun rose, and the birds in the garden sang, and the golden sunlight streamed through the barred windows over Thomas's bed in bunches.The door was locked and the British hospitality lived up to its reputation.Thomas thought about iron bars and iron doors, this friendship is really above all else, it is insurmountable... "Attention, it is eight o'clock in the morning. Ladies and gentlemen, good morning! This is Radio Lisbon, now broadcasting the second set of morning news. London Last night, the Luftwaffe bombers continued to bombard the British capital intensively... ..." The black-haired female consul Estellena Rodrigue paced up and down in her bedroom panting.She looked restless and exhausted, her lips were trembling constantly, and her mental state was already in a dangerous situation.Last night she didn't close her eyes all night, and endured a long time with her heart pounding.Jean, her beloved Jean, did not come back last night.She knew her Jean was going to the airport to see off a mysterious friend, a French major.She had hung up with the airport, but the people there didn't know there was a Mr. Jean Leblanc.Estellena has a premonition that her sweetheart has been kidnapped.In her imagination, her sweetheart has been captured and is being tortured.Fall into the clutches of the Germans and die!The more Estella thought about it, the more frightened she was, her chest heaved up and down, she thought she was going to die, she was going to die... Suddenly she realized that the radio was still on.So she held her breath and listened: "In the early hours of this morning, the American speedboat Kid Rout capsized a Portuguese fishing boat three nautical miles away. The crew on the speedboat rescued many people who fell into the water. At the same time, we The coastal defense force found a submarine near the accident site. After the collision, the submarine quickly dived and fled.” "Captain Edward Marquez, the commanding officer of the Kid Router, filed a lawsuit against the helmsman of the fishing boat for illegal sailing. Two of the three passengers on the fishing boat were Germans and one was British..." Estellena heard Can't help but scream here! "...All refused to provide any information. According to analysis, it is very likely that this is an aborted kidnapping operation. And at least two countries' intelligence agencies were involved in this activity. Further investigation is currently under way. Detained. The owner of this speedboat is the rich wife of the United States, Lute Woodhouse, and she has been staying at the Avits Hotel for a while..." The female consul realized that the news had finished broadcasting.She snapped off the radio and got dressed as fast as she could.Yes, her premonition came true.Something happened, what's the name of that rich lady?Ah, yes, Woodhouse.Root Woodhouse.Avits Hotel. The steward walked into the study and reported: "Consul Madam Estelle is here, sir." The person who called himself Shakespeare jumped up and walked over to greet the consul.Estellena is now wearing a tight-fitting white sweater with colorful flowers and birds painted on it by hand. The makeup between her eyebrows and eyes is a bit too much. Her expression is like an irritated hen Deer, the Chief of British Intelligence asked Estellana to sit down.She collapsed on an expensive armchair out of breath, too excited to speak.Shakespeare asked sympathetically: "I called Mrs. Woodhouse half an hour ago. I know you have already gone to her, madam." Estellena was still speechless, but nodded. "... Mrs. Woodhouse is a good friend of ours. She said to me, are you worried about a good friend?" Estellena replied incoherently: "For worrying, my God, for My poor unfortunate worry..." "Let?" "Jean Leblanc, a Frenchman. I haven't seen anyone since yesterday. I'm going crazy with fright. Help me. Do you have any news about him? Tell me the truth, I beg." You!" Shakespeare shook his head meaningfully. "What are you hiding from me!" The female consul yelled suddenly: "I feel it, I know what you are hiding from me! Sir, please do me a favor, tell me! Is it my poor renegade?" Is he dead?" Shakespeare held up a hand, thin and noble, and as white as milk-washed: "Don't do it, my dear lady. Don't do it, I think I'm doing well The message tells you..." "What? Really? Holy Mary, is it really good news?" "Coincidentally, there was a gentleman here a few hours ago. It may well be the man you are looking for." "Oh, my God!" "The steward went to wake him up just now. He's coming here soon..." Someone knocked on the door. "Here, here he is, come in!" The door opened, and the haughty servant ushered Tomare Levin into the study. "Let--" With a scream, Estellena staggered towards her beloved.She embraced Thomas Levin, stupefied by the sudden embrace, and kissed him passionately, breathlessly. "Oh, Jean. My one and only, my sweet... You are alive, and you are with me again. I am the happiest woman in the world now! Oh, Jean..." Shakespeare smiled and said: "You are with me Let the lady be alone for a while. See you later, Monsieur Leblanc." Thomas Levin closed his eyes.When Estellana's kisses kept falling on his face like hailstones, he moaned in his heart in despair.It's over!Farewell, Liberty!Farewell, General Carmona.Farewell to picturesque South America... Shakespeare hurried to the radio room, and Charlie, the radio operator, was manicuring his nails. "Quickly, quickly send the M15 electricity. Kaufman Jonas's real name is Jean LeBlanc, and ask for instructions." Charlie quickly translated the message into code, turned on the transmitter and started sending the message tick-tock.At this time, Shakespeare sat down in front of a large loudspeaker. He pressed one of the seven buttons in front of him, and the conversation between Thomas and Estellena came from the loudspeaker. "...but how could I have put you in danger, my dear? How?" "You shouldn't have come here at all!" "I'm so worried, I'm going crazy! I thought I was going to die!" "Why did you mention my name!" Hearing this, Shakespeare pursed his lips and smiled. "Why don't you mention it? Why can't you mention it?" "Because I can't let anyone know my name!" "You are a Frenchman, a friend and an ally of the British..." "Even so, don't make a sound now." Footsteps sounded over the loudspeaker. “……这儿什么地方准有那么个玩意儿，呵，原来在这儿，桌子下面。”扩音机里传来一阵尖锐的哨声，接着是震耳欲聋的咔嚓声，随后便一点声音也听不见了。莎士比亚不无佩服地说：“真狡猾！” 几分钟后，他看见报务员收到了回电：“M15回电啦？”查理点了点头，他随即将伦敦发来的回电译成明文。译着译着他的脸色变了颜色：“天呐！” “什么？”莎士比亚一把将纸条从报务员手中抓过来M15致里斯本莎士比亚所称让·列布朗者其真名为托马斯·列文，是德国谍报局特务。最后他用伪造的法国谍报局的名单使我们上当。对此人务必严加看管！有关专家很快就会乘专机前往你处。一切照他的指示行事，完毕！莎士比亚读完电文呼地将纸条扔在地上，一边骂一边冲出门外。一到书房他惊呆了。书房的门敞开着。那张漂亮的波斯地毯趴着一个人一动也不动。他仔细一看，那人原来是他的傲气十足的管事。莎士比亚回转身就朝花园跑，刚跑进花园，就看见街门口一辆红色的出租车飞驰而去。莎士比亚又赶紧跑回大厅。他那高贵的管事这时刚苏醒过来，坐在地毯上一边呻吟一边揉脖子。 "what is the problem?" “这个人是个柔道行家，先生。他和那位夫人从书房出来的时候被我撞见了。我走过去想拦住他们，后来就什么也不知道了……” 叮叮—叮叮—叮叮……电话铃响个不停。托马斯拿下电话筒：“喂？”一听见对方的声音他才松了口气，脸上浮起微笑，因为他熟悉这个声音，讲话的对方是他眼下唯一的朋友了。“列布朗，我是林德纳。” “谢天谢地，林德纳，我也刚想打电话找您。您在什么地方？” “在旅馆里。您听我说，列布朗。几个小时以来我一直在给您挂电话。” “呵呵，好的。我被一件不愉快的事给缠住了。遇到了好些不愉快的事。林德纳，您得帮帮我的忙……我得躲起来，一直到我们的船启航……” “列布朗！” “……不能让别人看见我，我……” “列布朗！让我讲讲呀！” “讲吧。” “我们的船走不了啦。”托马斯一下瘫倒在女领事的床上。埃斯特勒娜见状走到他身后来惊恐地用她的小拳头压住嘴。托马斯战战兢兢地问道：“您说什么？” “我们的船走不了啦！”托马斯额头上冒出了汗珠：“出了什么事？”那个维也纳银行老板的声音听起来有些歇斯底里：“我没有给您讲明，好几天我都有个不祥的预感，我怕您听了会感到不安。今天早晨我听说……” "What did you hear?" “我们的船被德国人洗劫了一通！”托马斯闭上了眼睛。现在他已落在陷阱里。 托马斯默默无语地望着埃斯特勒娜。过了一会儿，他的脸色又变得安详起来。他的声音又变得温存起来：“叫那个女佣走开，亲爱的。” “女佣……” “我想单独同你在一块儿。” “可是午饭……” “我自己做。”托马斯说着便站起身来。就像一个被打倒在地的拳击手，远远还未被最后击败。“怎么不说话，让？” “我在思索，宝贝儿。” “让，你不愿信任我么？你不想对我讲真话吗？为什么你觉得四面八方都受到威胁？为什么你连英国人也害怕？”托马斯开始剥番茄皮：“宝贝儿，真话讲出来就太可怕了，连你我都不敢信任。” “啊！”埃斯特勒娜不停地转手镯，那手镯闪闪发亮，就像粒粒火星在闪烁：“可是我愿意帮助你呀，我愿意保护你。信任我吧，让，为了你我什么事都愿意去做。” "Really?" “真的，什么事都可以。要我的命都可以！”托马斯放下番茄，脸上现出了温柔与信赖的表情：“那好吧，那么你去告发我吧。”谁都会想象出托马斯这句话会发生什么作用。美丽的埃斯特勒娜好象一下子变成了哑巴。她瞪着眼睛，张着嘴巴呆呆地望着托马斯。“你说什么？”她好不容易才恢复说话的能力：“你叫我干什么？去告你？到哪儿去告你？到谁那儿去告你？” “到警察局去告我，亲爱的。” “可为什么我要告你呢？” “你就说我偷了你的东西，宝贝儿。”托马斯说：“洋葱香肠在哪儿呀？给我找找看，我等着用。”