Chapter 11 chapter Ten

Three days later... "Hey, Pierre, you can tell a joke," said Bastien Fabre.The tall, muscular man's reddish mane was as unkempt as ever.He knelt in front of an open oven in which a piglet was simmering.Bastian is buttering the piglets.If a small blister formed under the suckling pig's skin, Bastian popped it immediately with a needle.At that time, Bastian only knew Thomas as Pierre Hunnebert, and he taught this cooking method.There were two other gentlemen besides Bastian in this little kitchen.Thomas and Major Bush.Bastian always thought that Thomas was long dead.When the old friend reunited, he hugged his old friend and cried like a child: "I'm so happy, cough, I'm dying..." After everyone calmed down, Thomas explained the reason for his visit.Introduced his situation.Bastian was laughing all the time, with tears in his eyes.Then everyone unanimously decided to have a good snack the next day.Now the three of them are standing in the kitchen.Bastian was keeping an eye on the cooking of the suckling pig, and Thomas was making a kind of crab chowder.The Englishman was cutting cheese for an after-dinner snack.Thomas said: "I need you as a good assistant, Bastian. Do you remember the situation on the Spanish border well?"

"Pierre, it's okay to talk in your sleep! I've bought all the people in the Spanish border!" "That's great," said Thomas. "Then you'll be our guide. We've got to take this gentleman to Lisbon. Mr. Bush, would you please cut the cheese smaller? Bastian , Do you have any ketchup?" Bastian opened a cupboard and took out a bottle.When I took out the bottle, something fell out with a bang.At first glance, it turned out to be a toy locomotive.Bastian picked it up from the floor and said: "Look, Pierre. Remember? This is the only locomotive left on my electric railway. You used this The locomotive made a strange dish. I have been carrying it as a talisman since then, so that I can recall memories..."

"I know," said Thomas Levin softly.He was thinking of Santa Tessier as he stirred the crab juice.When he thought of this person, his heart ached.Ah Santa.If you were still alive, if you could be with us now... At this moment he heard Bastian say: "One more thing, that bald head is still there." Marseille's bald head?" Bastian bit his lip and nodded. "That bastard, he disbanded his gang. Became a spy in the security department. The whole city of Marseilles was afraid of him, everyone trembled at the mention of him. Of course he is a little scared now. But... "Hearing this, an unknown fire burned in Thomas's chest.He gritted his teeth and said, "This bald man is still alive! The guy who killed Santa Tessier is still living in Marseille!" Thomas felt dizzy and couldn't stand upright.Thomas said, "Mr. Bush, you have to go across the border alone with my friend. I have some business to attend to here." The Englishman was about to protest, but Thomas shook his head vigorously and said, "Don't you It's a waste of time. I'm staying here. I'm going to settle with a villain. At any cost, even if it means losing my head..."

On June 14, 1944, Thomas drove the British officer and Bastian Fabre in the command car of the Security Service all the way to the Spanish border. "Take care, Major, think about that conversation we had in the sleeper car." The Englishman bowed silently.Bastian's eyes filled with tears again as he hugged Thomas. "You have to come back immediately." Thomas said to him: "We will meet again in Marseilles. The war here is about to end." Thomas owed this confidence to the radio station in his command car.Every day he listened to German and Allied radio broadcasts.Thomas formulated his own action plan according to this space news.He returned to Marseilles to watch the bald Dante Villefort day and night.But Thomas was in no hurry to act.He's waiting, he knows what he's waiting for...

On June 26, the Allied forces captured Cherbourg, and on July 9 the town of Cain.On July 20th the Hitler murder took place.On August 3 Wren fell into the hands of the Allies.Nine Days Le Mans fell.Nantes fell on the 10th, and the Roval line of defense collapsed.All this was heard from Thomas Levin in his command car.But he still didn't make a move.Then, on August 15th, the British and Americans landed at Rivera from the city of Niapal.Grebel fell on the 23rd.Now is the time, Thomas Levine said to himself.On this day, he came to the security office of Paradise Street.Before entering the door, I saw thick smoke billowing in the yard. It turned out that the Gestapo were burning their documents and files.Thomas said to the panicked Lal: "Why panic, dear. We will definitely drive the Americans back to the sea. According to the order of the leader of the Imperial SS, everything here is still under my command. You want to escape Bar?"

"Where... where, don't move the captain." "I hope so, and now you send me two reliable men. Take your guns. It seems that you will be shot. That fellow is the most dangerous traitor in Marseilles, Dante Villefort." "Villefort, but this man is..." "Traitor, haven't I already said it! Do you dare to doubt the urgency of my mission, Mr. Lal? Do you want me to go to Berlin to sue you?" "My God, I don't dare. It's all understood, don't move Captain." On September 21, 1944, a man named Paul Martin told the officials of the 145th Counterintelligence Task Force of the U.S. Army in Europe the following situation. Noisy.An older Hanoverian told me: "We have an individual leader who is an important official in Berlin. He captured a traitor and nicknamed him Bald. The bald is now chained up in the basement below." ’” I knew the bald man’s name was Dante Villefort.He was indeed a traitor, but a traitor to France.He's a detective from the security department!On August 27, the Gestapo fled and slipped away.We yelled and slammed on the door.Useless!On the morning of August 28, the door of my cell was opened, and a well-dressed man stood outside the door. He said to us in fluent French: "Now you are as free as all your comrades in arms. In a short time The Confederate troops will be here in a few hours. Please keep watch over this house and the prisoner in the basement below until the Confederates arrive. Many of you know him. His name is Dante Villefort. He is a murderer and a detective of the security department. Because of his informant, countless of your compatriots have been killed." After finishing speaking, the man left.We watched Villefort, and later turned him over to a committee of Confederate armies.The committee immediately imprisoned him.And the man who freed us was never seen again.

On the morning of August 28th, Thomas moved out of the hotel and left a suitcase at the train station.There were sporadic fighting in the suburbs of Marseille from time to time, but it was not too intense. Marseille was liberated on the afternoon of August 29th.Thomas tore up his various Security Force IDs and pulled out another series.These documents played a very good role in the fight against the Kerozhang guerrillas... On the night of August 29, 1944, a British airborne agent who claimed to be Captain Robert Armand Effie came to the Americans.He said he had parachuted down over France and asked to be flown back to London immediately.The Americans warmly treated this brave Confederate soldier who looked exactly like Thomas Levine, treated him to whiskey and a good meal.When Marseille was liberated, French troops and partisans swarmed from all over the south also participated.Two days after the victory, it was celebrated with great fanfare at the Hotel de Noai, which was occupied by the Americans.All present were singing the French national anthem, and Captain Robert Armand Effie was among the crowd.He was singing vigorously when he felt a hand rest heavily on his shoulder.He turned around and saw two burly American military policemen and Colonel Jules Simon standing behind him. "Arrest this man!" Colonel Simon now changed into a beautiful uniform.He bellowed loudly: "This man is one of the most dangerous German spies of the war. Hands up, Herr Levin, you have gone too far. Your game is over!"

On August 25 General de Gaulle entered Paris together with the Americans.On September 25th, for the second time in his life, Thomas Levin was imprisoned in the Frèsnes prison, not far from Paris.The first time it was the Gestapo who locked him in, this time it was the French who locked him in.Thomas sat in his cell for a week, fine.Two weeks passed and still nothing happened.This time, he was really calm and composed when he was in the classroom. He often used the philosophy of life to comfort himself.He often thinks this is not a matter of course, is it okay not to sit in the classroom?You should sit down.In these dark ages, haven't I also made an alliance with the devil, made a treaty and made a deal?Who wants to eat at the same table with the devil, then he must take a long spoon!On the other hand, I have so many friends here and I have helped so many French people.Yvonne Desang, Feroud the banker, Madame Bage.I saved the lives of many people, and they will come to save me now.How long will I have to squat in the classroom this time?half a year?Well, that's okay.Can stand it!In half a year, oh God, in half a year I'll be free!Then I will finally be able to go back to England.After wandering around for many years, I can finally live a peaceful life.Wash your hands and never do any secret activities of secret agents and spies again!Never go on an adventure again!It was possible to live as before, living off the money that Eugen Weiert had kept in his bankbook in Zurich.

While meditating, the sound of leather boots outside the prison door came from far to near.The key rattled in the lock, and the cell door opened, and two French soldiers stood outside. "Pack up!" a soldier yelled. "It's finally here." Thomas said while putting on his shirt: "I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm not being interrogated until today!" "What interrogation, it's nothing!" Another soldier said, "Pack up your things and prepare to be shot!" The dark blue sky was cloudless.On July 7, 1945, the weather in Baden-Baden was very hot. The residents of this city were walking around the streets with yellow faces, skinny faces and ragged clothes.When it was almost noon, a tea-green command car drove quickly to the intersection of Leopold Square, and a two-star general was sitting in the car.Directing the traffic here is a French military policeman.There are all French cars coming and going.Baden-Baden is the seat of the French military government.Germany has 30,000 inhabitants.There are 32,000 French soldiers and management officers, including their families. "Stop it," said the general.The driver stopped the car.The military police gave a military salute very casually. If he met a German general, he would definitely give him a severe reprimand.However, the German generals stopped swearing these days, or it was not their turn to open their mouths to swear again.

The two-star general rolled down the glass window and said, "I'm not a local. You know the situation here. Can you tell me which annual market has the best food?" "General, don't go to the annual market to find something to eat! Go to the War Criminals Hunting Office to find Captain Clermont." The military police pointed out the route for the general to get there. "Okay, let's drive." The hungry general said impatiently, and the car drove forward quickly.Passed by the Atlantic Hotel and the Wellness Hotel, and past the Pleasure Casino.Ah, what a dreary sight!I think this place once gathered rich men, rich wives, and expensive prostitutes!Now, it is full of devastation and scorched earth.The costly furniture of health hotels and casinos was piled up in the open air like broken firewood.The command vehicle stopped outside the door of a very imposing villa.It was the headquarters of the Gestapo until the end of the so-called thousand-year empire.Today it is the French Office for the Hunting of War Criminals.The general went into the villa and asked the people there about Captain Clermont.

In a few moments the man who called himself René Clermont arrived, a middle-aged man of about thirty-five, wearing a well-cut uniform.Of course, despite his uniform, he still had the air of a commoner.The Captain, whose real name was Thomas Levine, was a very long time ago a prosperous private banker in London, and now he shook hands with General Two Stars and said, Your Excellency, General." What is going on here?Since two soldiers took him out of Fresnes prison on October 3, 1944, ordered him to pack up his things and be shot, how could this Thomas Levine be killed again on July 7, 1945? Acting as a war criminal hunt for France in Baden-Baden... What?shot?Thomas thought in amazement.Two soldiers tied him down into the dark, dank prison yard, and pushed Thomas into a stinking car with its windows open, where he crouched.He didn't know where he was, and when the car drove into a gloomy courtyard in Paris, he let the two soldiers push him roughly forward, and pushed him into a building.He felt dizzy, and everything around him spun.He was panting hard, only heard someone talking, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.He dimly saw a man in the uniform of a French colonel sitting behind the desk.The man had a sunburnt face with gray temples.A pair of kind eyes.Watching Thomas felt his blood boil in his temples.He knew he was saved.It was Colonel Debra of the Second Division, a friend of Josephine Barker, whom he had saved his life in Lisbon.Colonel Debra was so secretive that no one could see that he knew Thomas Levine. "Go over there!" he yelled at Thomas roughly. "Sit down! Don't talk!" The two soldiers uncuffed him and demanded a signature and stamp to prove that they delivered the prisoner here. , After dawdling for a long time, I finally left.Now only Masi and Debra are left in the office.Debra smiled slightly and said, "Josephine sends you hello, you poor wretch." "Thank you, thank you. Where is Madame...?" "In Casablanca. I'm the commander of the city, as you know." "really interesting." "I was in Paris on business at the time, and I learned by chance that you had been arrested." Thomas gradually regained his spirits. "It's all the work of your colleague, Colonel Simon! I was singing the Marseillaise and celebrating the liberation of the country. I should have stayed in the hotel instead of singing outside. If I had, I would be in London by now." Looks like singing the national anthem isn't going to end well!" Debra said, "I know you very well. I know what you've done against us. But I also know what you've done for us. This The last time I was in Paris, I heard someone talking about your fate. I am no longer there. I am now in the office of war criminals. Because of this, I put your name on my list of war criminals. I am very grateful to them I'm going to bring you up and have you shot. Otherwise, I have no access to you. Only by this ruse did I manage to get you out of Fresnes prison in my hands. It's a coup. ?” "It's wonderful. But the nerves are a bit overwhelming." Thomas said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.Debra shrugged. "It's been like that all our lives, Levin. I'm telling you I hope you don't think too much. I hope you've guessed what I'm trying to get you out of?" "I'm afraid I already know." Thomas said dejectedly. "I guess that means I'll have to do things for you again from now on, Colonel Debra!" "That's what it means, right." "One more question, who told you in Paris that I was arrested?" "Ferud the banker." Thomas asked after a pause, "What are you going to ask me to do, Colonel Debra?" Josephine Barker's friend looked at Thomas gently and said, "You can speak Italian." language, right?" "correct." "In 1940, when the Germans attacked our country, the Italians declared war on us. One of the most hated villains who terrorized the South of France at that time was General Luigi Contanelli. He promptly Changed into common people's clothes... disappeared like most generals and gentlemen. According to the information we have, it is near the city of Niapal." Forty-eight hours later Thomas Levin reached Niapal.On about the eleventh day, Thomas arrested General Cantanelli in the village of Kefano, northeast of Niappal, and Thomas returned to Paris with the famous prisoner.In the evening, I sat in a comfortable and refreshing bar and told Colonel Debra what happened. "It's actually very simple. The American Special Forces have helped me a lot. They're nice guys. The Italians are pretty good too. They don't like generals or marshals. But the Italians don't seem to like Americans very much either. .What a pity!" One evening Thomas and Colonel Debra were sitting in a cozy bar in Paris talking.Colonel Debra said to him: "Levin, you are a German, and we need you to go to Germany now. There are many real villains and gangsters there. No one knows the difference between the villains and the gangsters as well as you. You After we go, we can hit the real culprit firmly and firmly. Are you willing to do this work?" "willing." "You have to wear a uniform anyway in Germany." "No!" "I'm very sorry, but it's a rule. We'll have to give you a French name, and a rank. Captain, okay?" "My God, what kind of uniform is going to be worn?" "That's your business, Levin. Go find it yourself." So Thomas went to find a tailor in the city and chose some clothes for himself.Gray aviator pants, a beige coat with two pockets and a long center slit in the back.The belt is matched with a shoulder strap and a boat-shaped hat.Three stars embellished on the cuffs.Everyone likes this set of military uniforms invented by Thomas.Soon it became the official uniform of the War Criminals Hunting Office.Thomas returned to his homeland as Captain René Clermont with the advancing Confederate troops.He furnishes his offices in the former Gestapo headquarters on Kaiser Wilhelmstrasse. On August 2, 1945, Thomas experienced a shocking experience when a skinny man entered his office.His hair was already grey, and his emaciated face showed that he was malnourished.Clothes are old and wrinkled.The man came in, took off his hat and said the following: "Hi, sir. My name is Werner Helbricht. You're looking for me. I used to be district captain." Thomas stared at the skinny white man. The man with the hair asked: "Why did you come here?" Helbricht replied: "Because I realize that a terrible crime has been committed in my country. I will repent and do everything you want me to What I did. I sincerely regret having served that sinful government. I believed their words. But I was wrong. I should have believed less and thought more independently." Thomas stood up. "Mr. Helbricht, it's already one o'clock. Before we go any further, a question if you would like to come with me to lunch." "What? Eat? With you? Didn't I tell you that I'm a Nazi!" "That's all right. Because you said it all automatically and sincerely." "Then I have a request. Come with me into my yard. I want to show you something, by the path in the forest, just behind my yard." Mrs. Helbricht made them a meal with wild vegetables such as geranium and dandelion.She looked as pale and haggard as her husband.The courtyard was dilapidated, the window panes were all broken, and the door locks were battered by bullets.The stables were also empty.Everything in the room was looted by foreign workers. "It can't be their fault." Helbricht said with a wry smile: "We looted them first. In their country..." Mrs. Helbricht, standing in the empty kitchen, said: " Mashed potatoes and roasted fruit after the soup. Allotment. Sorry, nothing else." Thomas went out to the yard, opened the trunk of his car and took out a half pound of butter, a jar of cream , a can of gravy and a can of corned beef. "Okay, let me do it now, Mrs. Helbricht," Thomas said. "Oh, God," cried Mrs. Helbricht. "Corn beef! How many times have I dreamed of it before!" Helbricht said: "And now there are those who gloat watching other people starve, those who are responsible for our suffering. Mr. Captain, I am not a whistleblower. But there are I have to tell you something, that in the woods, under the moss, there is a food cellar." "Who dug it? When did it dig it?" "It was the autumn of 1944, and the aide-de-camp of the leader of the Reich Peasants came to me, Dr. Zimmermann, the head of the Gestapo in Karlsruhe. He said they were going to bury something, said yes Reserved for... for the Führer... said to be reserved for the most important people..." The worried Mrs. Helbricht said sadly while filtering her breast: "It is precisely because of this that we invited you here The food has to be dug up, so many people are starving... We have a shelter. We can survive. But the homes that were bombed, the refugees, the children..." So starting from August 2, 1945, two things were going on intensely and secretly.On the one hand, a huge food cellar was secretly dug out, thousands of cans, lard, meat, jam, artificial honey, coffee, tea, chocolate, glucose, flour, vegetables, fruits, all these treasures were handed over to the On the other hand, the elite personnel selected by the War Criminals Hunting Office monitored the forest behind the yard day and night. In the early morning of August 11th, the sky was not yet bright.Thomas was on duty when a man crept up from the woods path.He looked around with an empty pocket on his back and a cross spade in his hand.Thomas recognized the man by his pale face, the man in the hunt photo.Seeing that there was no one around, the man began to dig. He dug faster and more urgently. It was too late when he realized there was a noise. "Chief Zimmerman of the Gestapo!" Thomas pointed his pistol at him and said, "You are under arrest." Thomas told the sentinel: "Anyone who comes here to dig the ground is a big boss, and you must be arrested immediately!" During the period from August to October 1945, seventeen Nazi leaders were skillfully captured in this way. In the first autumn after the war, people suffered from hunger, lack of clothing and clothing, and suffered from the disasters caused by the war.In the French-occupied zone, the relationship between the occupying forces and the residents of the occupied zone became more and more tense. On the surface, the city of Baden-Baden did not appear to have suffered serious damage during the war.However, what is far more serious than the superficial damage is that the morals here have been corrupted. There are fights everywhere, and stabbings are everywhere to vent personal anger and revenge.The soldiers were looting and stealing everywhere in this area, shooting and killing people at every turn.Thomas knew perfectly well that a captain named Valentine was one of those gangsters who had made their fortunes by the meanest means.However, months passed, and he never caught evidence until November 3, 1945.Thomas had heard the day before that the young captain was planning another secret raid on the house.When Valentine left Baden-Baden in a jeep with two soldiers on the afternoon of November 3, Thomas jumped into another jeep and followed them closely.He was very cautious and kept a certain distance.They drove all the way to Spielberg.In this village there is a dark ruined castle surrounded by high walls.Thomas carefully drove the car into a bush, took a shortcut on foot and hurried up.It was a huge palace-style villa, with lights burning in several windows.Thomas saw a figure moving inside and heard someone talking excitedly.He walked quietly around the house, looking up the front wall.He saw Captain Valentine go up to the flowerpot by the window and pull out the flowers one by one. Why?What's the use?Puzzled, Thomas waited patiently.Until Valentine led the two people he brought out of the house.After they were gone, Thomas went to knock on the door.The heavy door rattled and was opened by a panicked servant. "Who lives here?" Thomas asked. "Count von Waldau." "I'm Captain Clairemont, you go and report." Earl von Waldau, Thomas remembered this person.A member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, a party member, has committed serious crimes.Thomas interrogated the man twice in Baden-Baden.Then he came out, haughty on his bony face, and blazing in his eyes.He shouted: "You are here too, Captain Clairemont! You want to steal something from me? Silver pieces? Oil paintings? Your colleagues have already taken all the good things." !" "Count," Thomas said calmly, "I came here to find out what happened here just now." "Don't you know that?!" Waldau roared, "You are all thieves! You are all pigs!" "Shut up!" Thomas said what had just happened.The count froze, trembling all over, and began to talk, slumped in a chair... He said that he buried his most expensive jewels in those pots, under the roots of the flowers and plants. "All the jewelry in the family is buried there! A relative gave me an idea. This vixen! At that time, only she and I knew, and now I understand..." At this point, the count's eyes showed a look of fear .He looked at Thomas and said, "Please forgive my offense just now, I now believe that you are not one of them..." "Go on." "You know, I'm a guilty man. I've always been afraid that someone would rob my house. We're alone, there's no one around, and it's pretty deserted. A relative of mine came to see me a month ago, she's an English People. I guess she was doing spy work, and at the Hannover headquarters, she told me to hide things in flower pots..." "Count, tell me the name of this lady," the count told him. Two days later, a Captain Clermont of the War Criminals Hunting Office in Baden-Baden came to the headquarters of the British Intelligence Service in Hannover.He had come here in search of a slender blond beauty in the uniform of a female second lieutenant who had an office on the third floor of the building.This lady is holding a magnifying glass and carefully examining a precious bracelet.Hearing someone knock on the door, she quickly hid the magnifying glass and bracelet: "Come in!" The lady called out, and the man who just called himself Captain Clermont walked in.The lady behind the desk screamed when she saw him.Her face suddenly became as pale as paper, and she covered her face with her hands, dumbfounded, and whispered in her mouth, "Impossible...Tommy...you?" Thomas bit his lips. Staring at the beautiful and unrestrained Princess Vena, she was the mistress of the Nazi black market dealer La Cule that he had met in Paris a long time ago.His Princess Vena, his charming mistress.This wolf in human clothing, this shameless man, this guy in Paris who would do anything for money. "Tommy, what a delight! You're with the Frenchman now." She said something incoherent and came to hug Thomas.Thomas pushed her away. "You shameless woman, you vile bastard. Since when did you get involved with that dog Valentine?" "I don't understand at all what you're talking about, baby," the princess answered him with a smile. "If you dare to repeat your words again, I will beat you." Thomas warned her through gritted teeth.But Wei Na still followed the instructions.With a bang Thomas slapped her across the face.At this moment, a fierce and silent struggle broke out in the offices of the British Intelligence Service in Hannover, and the two wrestled into a ball.After five minutes, Wei Na sat in the chair and calmed down a little.Thomas also calmed down, pacing up and down in front of her, wanting to enlighten and educate this rare member of the German nobility: "You are too irresponsible and shameless." She stretched like a cat: "Nonsense Tommy, come to your little Vina again! Go back to my throat as before!" "Are you going to be beaten again?" Thomas said. "What you have done is the most shameless and despicable thing in the world... Is Count Waldau your relative? Isn't it!" "So it's this guy! This old Nazi!" Wei Na laughed. "Don't laugh! Two days ago your good friend Valentin went to raid the count's house. To be more precise, he stole the flowerpots in his house, because these flowerpots are the ones he kept in this big house. The only thing of interest. Stop laughing! It's outrageous! Whose idea is this? Is it you?" "Of course Valentine's not that smart." Thomas stopped in front of her, and said with his hands on his hips, "Smart! You're as bad as a Nazi!" "Shut up your tricks! What's the point here? Just to make a point of morality to that Nazi swine Waldau! Didn't he just get all these gold, silver and jewels in the Third Reich!" "It's possible." Thomas said, "Since Waldau was tricked into it, it should be handed over to the country, but it's definitely not yours!" "My God! You're so charming...so rough...so much ideal, Tommy, you know? Come to me. I have a nice house here, and there used to be an old Nazi in it too Pass!" "Did you really think I'd walk over your door?" Thomas said sarcastically. It is indeed a very comfortable house.Thomas and the princess had the same plan in mind that night, and each wanted to crucify the other.Wei Na took out a bottle of whiskey first, and the two drank each other, Wei Na secretly thought that he would always be drunk.Thomas was also thinking that she must be drunk.As a result, both of them were drunk.And then three hours later... three hours later, our fair-haired princess was uncharacteristically tender.And Thomas also seemed to show a little affection.Drunk Thomas then made a terrible mistake.He talked about his future plans and about the bank account he had opened in Zurich under the name Eugen Weltry. "Your name is still Eugene Weiertley?" Wei Na asked with a chuckle, "ah, it's so beautiful...there...is there a lot of money in the account?" This question should have woken him up.But he didn't.He drunkenly cursed: "You are really crazy about money, aren't you? You know money!" They drank some more wine and fell asleep after a while. On March 15, 1946, except for the disappearance of Princess Vena, Valentine and his accomplices were removed from all positions in the army and sentenced to many years in prison. One day Thomas opened the drawer and took out his fake passports. He counted them and they were all there.He ordered it again, and heck, it was one short!When Thomas realized which passport was missing, the brow was sweating, the beautiful Swiss passport aliased as Eugen Weltry was lost.Not only that, two things that had been in the drawer disappeared, the passbook and bank credentials of the Swiss National Bank, and Thomas collapsed on the chair with a sigh.脑海里飘浮起过去谈话的只言片语：“你还有个名字叫欧根·魏尔特里？存折上有好多钱吗？”托马斯一把抓起电话，要求苏黎世的加急电话：“给我赶快挂瑞士国家银行。”他等了半天，长途台才告诉他长途加急电话只能用军用专线。专线就专线，反正都无所谓了。最后来歹还算是接通了。他在电话里要求与经营他的账号的官员通话。他一听见那个心平气和的声音就料到事情完了。那个瑞士人操着夹带着浓厚瑞士方言的德语说道：“是的，魏尔特里先生。这事儿我已经知道了。尊夫人已经都办理好了……”原来她去搞了一个瑞士护照。按照我的护照的样子去弄的。这只狐狸精，无耻的妖精。 “什么时候我的夫人到您这儿来的？” “唔，大约十四天之前吧……夫人说她还要回苏黎世来，然后再决定是否还保留户头。” “户头还要不要？” “上面还有二十法郎。”天呐！“其余的……其余的她都取走了吗？” “是的！夫人有您的护照，您的存折，还有您的银行全权证书。魏尔特里先生，但愿没发生什么事吧？什么？那可不是我们的责任。夫人手里有银行全权证书，有全部的证件，上面都有您的签字……”托马斯挂上了电话，好一会儿他一动也不动地呆坐在那儿。他的全部财产只剩下二十法郎，其余的全完了。 一个小时后他把办公室和所有的文件材料全部移交给值班主任，从十二月七日中午开始，这个克勒尔蒙特上尉就消失了，消失得无影无踪了。 一九四六年五月三十日天气很热，在慕尼黑谢林街美军少校威斯腾豪夫前厅里等候接见的那些来访者有的额头上已经冒出了汗珠。托马斯正在低头沉思，出来了一个非常标致的女秘书。“列文先生，威斯腾豪夫少校有请。”托马斯随她走进办公室。他一见托马斯就张开双臂迎了上来：“你好，托马斯。”他是个矮胖的小个子，头上长着稀疏的几根金发，额头很漂亮，一双聪明的蓝眼睛给人以和善而忧郁的印象。“你好，库尔特。”托马斯回答他的问好。“你知道战前我是伦敦的银行老板，叫马尔洛克列文自治代理银行。” “自治代理银行，对呀！我想起来了。” “前些年我的日子很不好过。可我要把真话告诉你。完全是我的同伴马尔洛克害得我落到那般境境的。是他支使人把我从英国驱逐出境。于是他伺机侵吞了这家银行。从一九三九年起我就只有一个愿意，只有一个想法……找这个狗东西算账！” “明白了。”威斯腾豪夫说：“你是想到英国去。” “好找马尔洛克算账，对的。你能在这件事上帮助我吗？” “当然，小伙子。当然！”少校毫不迟疑地回答道。 两周后威斯腾豪夫约托马斯晚上到他的别墅去。“很抱歉，托马斯。”当他们俩在凉台上坐定后，威斯腾豪夫对他的朋友说：“实在是太抱歉了。” “你那位罗伯特·马尔洛克失踪了，我已经叫我那些在反间谍别动队里的朋友们留意过此人。他们还同英国人取得了联系。但是情况很糟糕，托马斯。你的小银行不存在了。” 一九四六年七月的一天，一位身穿运动衣的先生走过英国式的草坪来到慕尼黑城边上的格林瓦尔德森林区的一幢很阔气舒适的别墅前面。这位先生面色略为有些苍白，神色忧郁。在他的身旁有一个同他的穿着一样轻便的身材魁梧的、看起来有些自得其乐的大个子，大个子满头披着鬃毛似的红头发。他俩边说边朝别墅走去。不消说这是在危难的时候给了托马斯资助的巴斯蒂安，现在他成了他的管家。别墅里响起了电话铃声，是威斯腾豪夫打来的电话。他说：“今天晚上你想不想到耶娃·布劳恩那儿去？” "what?" “我是说到她的别墅去。埃克·马丽亚·泰勒西亚亲王大街。” “那不是反间谍别动队的所在地吗？” “是呀，小伙子，是呀。” “我已经向你说过了，我决不再当间谍了，即便是为了你们也不行！” “不是要你来给我们当间谍，是叫你来给我们当厨师。” 那天托马斯生平头一次喝了个酩酊大醉，巴斯蒂安本来该留神着点儿。可是那天晚上他的心思全用在那个红头发的侍女身上了。那个略带倦意的美人儿十四个月前是通讯助理，曾经给德国士兵的寂寞夜晚带来过欢乐。那天晚上巴斯蒂安就在厨房城同她厮混。所以事情就发生了…… 库尔特·威斯腾豪夫同他那美丽动人的女秘书一道来的，三个反间谍别动队的特务邀请了一些德国女朋友到这儿来。席上还有另外两个引人注目的女郎，其中的一个穿的是法国军装，另一个穿一件稍旧的白衣服，上面画着一些奇形怪状的花。那个穿法国军装的女郎人称达尼娜小姐。托马斯一听她说话的声音便认出了是她。达尼娜小姐总是在慕尼黑广播电台的巴黎广播时间里最新的流行歌曲。她的嗓音微微发颤，听起来使人昏昏欲睡。她一来便成了这个聚会的无可争议的中心人物。同她一道来的那位德国女郎相形之下就黯然失色了。那位姑娘叫克利斯蒂妮·特洛尔。头发又黑又长，黑眼珠长睫毛，嘴很大。她是艺术品收集站的秘书。客厅里达尼娜小姐没完没了地讲她的故事。托马斯走到那个谦恭而漂亮的克利斯蒂妮·特洛尔的身旁坐下来。他觉得自己的头有点醉晕晕的。他觉得美丽的克利斯蒂妮的眼睛里也有些朦胧的醉意了，于是他对她说：“马上就上菜了！” “真的吗？真是谢天谢地，我已经有点儿醉了。”克利斯蒂妮说话的时候，声音很低沉，还略带着一点嘶哑。这个晚上总算没有白来！ 晚饭后达尼娜小姐唱起了流行歌曲，大家又洗盏更斟边听边喝酒。有几对悄悄地不知不觉地溜走了。而一些晚到者又参加进来喝酒闲聊。一台留声机无休无止地放着唱片。托马斯拿起酒杯，走过每个人面前敬酒。包括那位美国反间谍别动队的特务史密斯先生。“您听我说，列文先生。我知道您过去不是纳粹……不过，您认识很多纳粹……您是不是可以帮助我们……”史密斯干杯后说。“不行，谢谢。” “列文，这是您的国家呀！我总不会一辈子呆在这儿不走嘛。您倒有可能，要是弄得不好，我们就会把不该抓的抓起来，而把该抓起来的又放走……那过去的一切就又会重演，一切都会重演的！” “即便如此也不行！”托马斯说：“我不愿再同秘密工作有任何关系了，永远不了！”史密斯先生笑眯眯地从侧面看了他一眼…… 这时灯光暗谈下来，音乐声也软绵绵的了。托马斯同克利斯蒂妮翩翩起舞，一边在她耳边娓娓地讲一些情话。克利斯蒂妮谈起了她自己的身世，她说：“本来我在大学里学的是化学。我的父母是慕尼黑这儿过去开了一家小厂，生产美容化妆品……” “您说过去是什么意思？” “我父母已经过世了，厂也被人抢劫一空，那些日子我没有那儿。要是能找到一位能给我一些钱的人该多好。”她讲这些话的时候完全不是开玩笑的样子。讲得很认真！托马斯觉得克利斯蒂妮真是太引人喜欢了。她接着说：“只要有一点点资金就行了。想赚多少钱就可以赚多少钱。要知道几百万妇女天天都在抢购美容化妆品。她们想把自己打扮得漂漂亮亮的，可她们什么也没有……”听到这会儿托马斯才明白了她的意思。可是托马斯这时候舌头已经有点儿不听使唤了：“我们一定得……好好谈谈……这件事，克利斯蒂妮小姐。”这正好又是一个好话题，于是托马斯说道：“明天我来拜访您。我……我相信，我对您……您的工厂感兴趣……” “真的？”克利斯蒂妮的眼睛一下子亮了。 当托马斯醒来的时候，他发现自己躺在家里的床上。他听见巴斯蒂安的声音：“吃早餐了，皮埃尔。醒醒吧，已经十一点半了！”托马斯睁开眼，长长地舒了一口气。他觉得头还很疼，里边好象有个压缩空气的气锤在冲冲冲地敲打。他看了看站在床前手里端着盘子的巴斯蒂安，然后坐了起来。突然他一下傻了眼，发现身边还躺着一个姑娘，还没醒过来，那姑娘睡得那么熟那么静。她就是迷人的克利斯蒂妮·特洛尔……托马斯惊慌不安地看了看毫无表情的巴斯蒂安问道：“发生了什么事？这位女士怎么到这儿来了？” “唉呀，问我干什么！我哪儿知道！” “我……这位女士同我……已经……你回来的时候，我同她已经在家里了吗？” “那还用说！醉了八九个小时，一点也记不起来了。” “老弟，那可真是太遗憾了！”正在这时克利斯蒂妮睁开了她那双美丽的黑眼睛，她左顾右盼前前后后看了好一会儿，然后又低头看了看自己的身上。脸唰地红了。她叫了起来：“啊，真糟糕，太可怕了！先生，请问您是谁呀？”托马斯坐着欠了欠身子说：“我的名字叫列文。托马斯·列文。” “我的天，我的天呐。那这位先生……又是谁呢？” “我的仆人巴斯蒂安。” “您早，小姐。”巴斯蒂安彬彬有礼地鞠了一躬。这时年轻的姑娘哭了起来……“列文先生，我是个循规蹈矩的姑娘。我从来没有发生过这种事。” “我也一样。我建议咱俩别再谈这件事好不好？还是先把您的美容化妆品厂先扶持起来吧。” “这件事您还记得起？” "certainly." 一九四六年八月十五日，特洛尔美容化妆品工厂恢复了生产。 在十月里的一个阴冷晚上，托马斯·列文的别墅里悄悄地钻进来一个身材矮小的、惊慌失措的女人。她见到托马斯再三再四地赔礼道歉，说请原谅她未经通报就擅自跑了进来。她说：“我太激动了，列文先生。我太激动了，我看见了您的名字……” “您在什么地方看见了我的名字？” “在地产局的登记簿上，我妹妹在那儿工作，我同孩子们一直住在弗莱拉辛。太可怜了，太苦了。没地方，那儿的农民讨厌我们，再加上这鬼天气……” “夫人。”托马斯耐心地说：“现在您可以把您的姓名告诉我了吧？” “埃玛·布莱尼尔。”托马斯吃了一惊：“布莱尼尔！您是布莱尼尔少校的夫人？”这个身材矮小的妇人哭了起来。“是呀，列文先生。是布莱尼尔少校的夫人……他常常写信谈起您。从巴黎写的信。他对您非常钦佩。列文先生，您认识我的丈夫！您说说他是不是坏人？他到底做了什么错事？他犯了哪一条王法？” “照您这么说来，布莱尼尔太太。您的丈夫被逮捕了？”布莱尼尔太太哽咽着点了点头：“同维尔特上校一道被逮捕的。您认识的……” “啊，我的上帝！”托马斯说：“维尔特也被逮捕了？” “战争一结束，他俩就被关进了莫斯堡拘留营。他们在那儿一直要蹲到饿死冻死。” “布莱尼尔太太，别难过，慢慢讲给我听。”于是这位身材矮小的妇人就讲了起来，她的话不时被她自己的哽咽声打断。维尔特和布莱尼尔的情况看起来简直没法挽救。托马斯非常了解他们。他知道他们都是同盖世太保打过多年交道的正派人。不过一九四四年卡纳里斯将军被解职以后，军事谍报局就由希姆莱接管了。这样维尔特和布莱尼尔一夜之间便成了希姆莱手下的人！就这样一直到美国人到来把他们逮捕为止。这些美国人不分青红皂白，凡是希姆莱的人对他们来说就是保安处的人。而保安处就是对安全有威胁。对安全有威胁的人理所当然要立即逮捕。莫斯堡拘留营给每个被拘留的人都立了档案。这些档案都要按各种不同的范畴分门别类地陆续送到释放处的办公室过目。门类越分越细，名目越来越多。可就是有一个名目的人永远也轮不到送释放处，那就是对安全有威胁的这个名目。“您能不能帮帮我的忙？”布莱尼尔太太抽泣着说：“我那可怜的丈夫……还有那可怜的上校先生……” “我看我能做点什么。”托马斯沉思着回答。 第二天他去找那位美国反间谍别动队的特务史密斯，那人正急于想争取托马斯与自己共事。托马斯对他说：“史密斯先生，我已经考虑过了。你我都清楚地看见了我的国家里发生了什么样的事。褐色的鼠疫并没有绝迹，它还在到处蔓延。我们都得提高警惕，以防它再卷土重来……”史密斯先生高兴地说：“您这番话是否意味着您要为我们工作了呀？” “是的，是这个意思。只是为了同法西斯作斗争才这么决定的。没有别的企图。就这样要是您愿意的话，我就到营地去。” “好吧，列文。”史密斯先生说道。 从这以后的六个星期的时间，托马斯·列文一直在东奔西忙。他跑遍了累根斯堡拘留营、纽伦堡朗法集中营、路德维希拘留营，最后到了莫斯堡拘留营。在前面三个拘留营里，托马斯仔细地阅读了几百份档案，研究了上面附近被拘留者照片的审讯记录。托马斯发现那些材料上面的印章都很简单，很容易模仿。那些照片贴得也很简单，使用的打字机也是未经严格规定的，不论什么牌子都用。在前面三个拘留营里，托马斯发现了作恶多端的三十四个盖世太保的成员。 一九四七年一月三日，托马斯来到莫斯堡，他单独翻阅了一万一千份审讯记录。托马斯终于找到了布莱尼尔少校和维尔特上校的审讯记录。一月六日晚上，托马斯·列文把维尔特和布莱尼尔的档案夹在内衣里离开了营地。他找了一家农民开的小旅馆，在那儿几乎忙了一整夜。事过不久，一九四七年一月底，布莱尼尔和维尔特就被释放了。 他满以为，从此他可以过安静的小康生活了。他估计错了，一九四九年四月十四日那天托马斯和巴斯蒂安到苏黎世的斯卡拉电影院去看意大利的著名影片《偷自行车的人》，影片放映前是广告和新闻简报，新闻简报里有一段是汉堡春季赛马会的热闹场面。银幕上出现了骠壮的马，穿着燕尾服的男人和打扮得花枝招展的女人。银幕上接二连三地出现了来看赛马的豪门显贵的特写镜头。突然坐在五号包厢里的托马斯惊叫起来：“马尔洛克！”托马斯顿时觉得气都透不过来了。银幕上出现了马尔洛克的特写镜头。银幕上的他比真人还大，正是那个他以为早死了的无耻合伙人，是他毁掉了托马斯平静的生活，是他将托马斯推进了国际谍报生涯的黑潭。it's him!仍然一副衣冠楚楚的样子，胸前还挂着望远镜。 “就是他！不杀死这狗东西我决不罢休！”托马斯咬牙切齿地骂道：“我还以为他早进地狱了，他居然还活着……非找到这个狗东西算账不可！” “请原谅，我恐怕没有完全听懂您的话，先生。”斯卡拉影院的经理说：“你们想干什么？” “您刚才完全听懂了，先生。”托马斯委婉地说：“我想借用一下您今天放映的新闻简报的电影胶片。” “您要借？借来干嘛？” “我想单独再看一遍，因为我在上面看见了一个熟人，战争开始后我就再也没见过他了。”几小时后托马斯带着借来的片子驾车驶出夜色沉沉地苏黎世，来到新闻影片摄影室，剪辑员把影片拷贝放在剪辑台上往回倒，直到托马斯叫道：“好！”他才停了下来，桌子上面的小屏幕上显示出汉堡春季赛马会的一个静止场面。看台上有几个胖子几个妖艳的女人，还有就是E·马尔洛克！“您能否给我把这个画面复制下来，明天早上给我照片，要尽量放大些。” “行，先生。”剪辑员说。 第二天托马斯·列文乘上了开往德国莱茵河畔的法兰克福的特别快车。他到德国银行监察局的办公大楼里找到了两位负责官员，给他们看了罗伯特·E·马尔洛克的照片。半小时后，他们便为托马斯找出了此人的人事登记卡片。四月十五日，托马斯回到苏黎世后对巴斯蒂安说：“这个狗东西还在汉堡，化名为瓦尔特·普勒托琉斯，他又开了一家小银行，就在市中区繁华的阿尔斯特湖边上。”巴斯蒂安把一个白兰地酒杯放在手里转来转去地说：“他肯定认为你已死了，你去找过他吗？” “你疯了吗？我怎么会现在就去找他呢？就是要让马尔洛克一直以为我死了才好呢！” “你想报仇吧？” “岂止是想不想的问题，现在是什么时候动手的问题！” “那你怎么找马尔洛克报仇雪恨呢？” “我有个办法。我需要一个替身，这个替身我已经找到了。就是和我们一起做过生意的罗本·阿哈逊先生。我已经给他写了信，他不久就会来这儿的。” "what about me?" “老弟，你得和我分开一段时间。”托马斯把一只手放在他朋友的肩上说：“别难过，非此不行。你带上我不需要的钱到德国去，最好到杜塞尔多夫去。在那些豪富人家住的地方买幢别墅，还要买一辆汽车，还有其他东西。要是我在这事上倒了霉，什么都丢了，那时我就需要贷款，需要别人对我的信任。我得说我住在什么样的地方，明白了吗？” "Understood." 在风景如画的斯图加特市的城门前，耸立着精密仪器公司的办公大楼，战争中这家拥有五千多工人的公司为戈林的空军生产各种装置和零件。一九四五年转向生产各种工业器材。但是一九四八年夏天币制改革后，这家公司风雨飘摇，公司股票已经大大低于票面价值。在内行人看来这家公司倒闭已是指日可待了。就在即将破产的生死关头，精密仪器公司董事会的先生们结识了一个叫罗本·阿哈逊的亚美利亚人。衣冠楚楚的阿哈逊先生驾驶一辆崭新的卡迪拉斯轿车来到公司董事会。他对董事会的先生们说：“本人受瑞士一家企业的委托专程前来拜访诸位。这家企业不愿说出自己的名称，它非常希望能将其生产力的一部分转移到德国来……” “这家企业为什么有这种想法呢？”董事会的先生们异口同声地提出这个问题。“……因为这里生产工业机器的成本低得多，先生们。那些瑞士人想与你们订一个长期合同，他们愿意以优惠价为你们厂的振兴提供物质和技术力量。为了使诸位放心，他们授权我告知诸位，他们愿意为你们企业提供一百万德国马克的经费。”一百万德国马克！对于一个行将破产的企业来说，这几个字简直就像地平线上升起的太阳。还有什么可考虑的呢？马上就拍板成交。 一九四七年五月二十五日，九十万德国马克送到了精密仪器公司，这笔钱其实是托马斯为了报仇雪恨而押下的一笔赌注。这几天真是忙坏了他。他与各种商报的编辑和记者通话。然后又去给瑞士报界报信。于是许多报纸都纷纷报道了振兴精密仪器公司的新闻和评论文章。文章一登出，瑞士工业界便按图索骥开始研究在德国开办子公司的可能性了。报纸上报道的这一消息在西德各交易所引起了轰动。一时间这个厂的股票行情猛涨。与此同时，托马斯收买的几个人又陆续到汉堡的普勒托琉斯的银行里去摸情况，以便看看这个银行对精密仪器公司振兴一事是否已有所风闻。结果他们发现那个利欲熏心的银行主普勒托琉斯的心早老就在发痒了…… 几天后罗本·阿哈逊出现在普勒托琉斯的银行里，与银行主进行了一次谈话。为叙述方便起见，我们就称他的本名马尔洛克吧。“我受瑞士朋友之托来问一问您是否有兴趣参加振兴精密仪器公司的事业。”罗本·阿哈逊说。面对飞速上涨的行情，马尔洛克当然立即表示愿意入股。他哪儿会放过这种机会啊！他立即让中间人给他套购了大量的精密仪器公司的股票，于是股票行情又继续不停地上涨。以至于马尔洛克后来去买这个公司的股票时，就得多花许多钱了。他对这件事怀着坚如磐石的信心，料定了这笔生意一经成交自己一辈子就受用不尽了。 九月十九日，托马斯·列文在苏黎世对罗本·阿哈逊说：“现在我已使这条老狗把他所有的钱都投入了这个精密仪器公司的亏本企业里，现在我得想想法把我自己投进去了九十万马克拿回来。” “怎么个拿法呢？”阿哈逊睁起圆鼓鼓的眼睛问托马斯。“这就得靠所谓的外汇券了。”托马斯慢条斯理地回答说。外汇券这个词在当时指的是外国人在德意志帝国的财产，为了保护本国币制的稳定，对外国人在德国使用外币进行了一定的程度限制。只有得到特殊许可的人才能使用这种外汇券。一九五一年前，外国只有黑市上买得到外汇券。一般的行情是一百马克的外汇券只能换八到十美元，很不划算。托马斯发现瑞士有几家工厂还存有一九三一到一九三六年间的马克外汇券！这些工厂巴不得早点把这些外汇券卖掉。托马斯就用很低的兑换率把那些外汇券全买了下来。这样一来托马斯手头就有了巨额的外汇券。他又把阿哈逊先生派到汉堡去。阿哈逊到了汉堡就找到马尔洛克说：“振兴精密仪器公司的款项要用我的瑞士委托人的外汇券来支付。根据德国州银行批准通过的规定，可以这样做。我有权将两百三十万马克的外汇券转入您的银行。” 马尔洛克兴奋得直搓手。于是他驱车南下，花了很多天时间与法兰克福德国州银行磨嘴皮子，他写了书面保证书，保证把两百三十万马克的外汇券只用于振兴精密仪器公司，好不容易得到了批准。于是他又回到汉堡，而托马斯则立即按约给了他汇去商定的外汇券。汇费都没有让马尔洛克支付。就在同一天，托马斯却在苏黎世的住房里吩咐阿哈逊说：“现在您再到他那儿去，带上伪造得天衣无缝地参加了这个振兴项目的瑞士公司的文件，我授予您全权代表我，那个该死的狗东西就会乖乖地给您几百万马克。这些钱本来就不是他的嘛。记住要取成现款，然后把钱拿到这儿来。”阿哈逊无限钦佩地看着托马斯说：“我要有您那么聪明的脑袋该多好！外汇券究竟花了您多少钱？” “大约十六万美元。”托马斯说着不由自主地搓起手来：“如果您开着您的卡迪拉斯把这些钱带到苏黎世来的话。亲爱的，外汇券就会变成真正的德国马克啦！您得来回跑几趟才把钱运得完。要藏在备用车胎里，或者藏在汽车的机架里。钱运回来后，我们就不去管精密仪器公司的死活了，而那个汉堡的狗杂种也就跟着倾家荡产了。” 一九四九年十二月七日，罗本·阿哈逊从苏黎世动身，按理十六日就应该回来。这天正好是德国从美国得到十亿马克贷款的日子。 事隔半月，十二月二十八日银行主瓦尔特·普勒托琉斯在汉堡被被警局的人逮捕了。与此同时，瑞士的联邦警察局也在苏黎世逮捕了托马斯。原来有人告了密，告他偷卖外汇券。“谁告的我？”托马斯·列文问瑞士的刑警。“一个叫罗本·阿哈逊的人检举了您，而且还拿出了许多罪证材料，不过现在他已经失踪了。”托马斯心想完了，这下我的二百三十万德国马克又付诸东流了。罗本·阿哈逊，咱们走着瞧吧…… 托马斯·列文蹲了几乎整整一年的拘留所，真是福无双降祸不单行，恰恰赶上百年未遇到酷暑天。六月二十八日爆发了朝鲜战争，这使整个欧洲一连几个月一直处于惶惶不安之中。 一九五零年十一月十九日，法兰克福州法院刑事裁判所判了托马斯·列文三年半徒刑。法官在宣判时说，自立案以来，被告列文态度诚恳，法庭认为他之所以会进行违法活动其动机完全可以从心理分析上推断出来。法官接着一字一句地强调说：“这个才智过人，而且有很高文化素养的人不是我们通常所说的罪犯……” 对于另一个被告，那位汉堡的银行主瓦尔特·普勒托琉斯，法官的判词就不是那么宽和了，他被判了四年徒刑。他的银行不得不宣告破产。德国银行监察局还斩断了他今后的职业之路。把瓦尔特·普勒托琉斯这个名字从一大堆银行家的卡片索引中一笔勾销了。 有两件事情使这个案子非同寻常。尽管两个被告相互之间早已了如指掌，然而他们在法庭上却装成素昧平生的样子，无论从言谈举止眼睛里，局外人谁也不知道他们已是老相识。第二点有趣的是，从头一天起，主审法官就挂出了闲人免进牌。也就是当被告列文想要详细地交待他得到外汇券所用的手段后，法庭就不再准外人旁听了，所以不可能了解到列文和普勒托琉斯案件的其它细节。这样一来，由于外界对此案一无所知，就使托马斯心中的一块石头落了地。再不担心各国谍报局又来找他的麻烦了。从某种意义上来看，他还是达到了自己的目的。因为他把他的仇人瓦尔特·普勒托琉斯，也就是罗伯特·E·马尔洛克一劳永逸地永远地毁掉了。 整个审判过程中，两个被告彼此没有说过一句话，他们俩都默默接受了对他们的裁决。宣判之后，托马斯带着胜利者的微笑看了他过去的合股人一眼，罗伯特·E·马尔洛克把脸转开了，因为他实在忍受不了托马斯的微笑…… 后来马尔洛克被押送到法兰克福的一个监狱里，而托马斯经过努力被转移到杜塞尔多夫的德伦多夫监狱里，为了使托马斯在监狱里过得舒服一些。巴斯蒂安现在搬到了杜塞尔多夫的谢西林大道来住了。经常给他大包小包地送东西来。当托马斯觉得实在无聊的时候，就用一个本子把他所知道的间谍黑话逐一记下来并加以注释，好以此来消磨时间。后来竟编成一本有一千多种黑话的词典。 一九五四年五月十四日，托马斯被释放了。巴斯蒂安把他接回来后，两人立即就到利维拉去了，托马斯要在那里的菲拉德法角去疗养。一九五五年夏天托马斯·列文才从利维拉回到了杜塞尔多夫的谢西林大道的漂亮别墅里。他还有一点钱，在莱茵美茵银行里也还有几个户头。邻居们觉得这个人虽然不喜欢谈自己的事，但毕竟还是一个正派的联邦德国的商人。 几个月来，托马斯除了思考和休息外，什么事也不做。“老兄，我们总得做点什么吧。”巴斯蒂安·法布尔说：“再这样下去，我们的钱就维持不了多久啦。你一天到晚究竟在想些什么？”托马斯·列文简洁地回答：“我在想用股票干一件惊人的事，但这件事不会使任何人遭到伤害……”打这之后，托马斯·列文用了几个月的时间来为这件事做准备。一直到了一九五七年四月十一日，托马斯才正式开始行动，这天他邀请了一个满脸伤疤的胖子到他的住处。这个胖子是一个纸厂的老板，叫沙伦贝格。托马斯经调查发现，沙伦贝格在战争时期的名字叫马科，当时是纳粹瓦尔特分区的主管国防经济的负责人。直到现在他的名字还列在波兰政府要求引渡受审的战犯花名册中。托马斯请求沙伦贝格为他提供五十张透明水印花纹纸，对于这个请求，沙伦贝格只有咬着牙答应下来。托马斯用这些纸所干的事，在故事开头就已经详尽地叙述过了。托马斯从中谋取了七十一万七千八百五十瑞士法郎。后来他便与他在苏黎世结识的年轻姑娘海伦一起到利维拉去了。 在豪华的卡尔顿酒店里，娇媚的海伦成了托马斯的情人。就在这天晚上，海伦突然放声恸哭起来，她一面哭一面说：“我对你说了假话！唉，我亲爱的托马斯，我必须告诉你，我是美国谍报局的……他们派我来同你接近……联邦调查局无论如何也要雇佣你……如果你不替我们办事，他们要我们把你干掉……”这些话使托马斯感到异常震惊，他离开了绝望的海伦回到自己的房间。他坐在敞开着的窗口边，凝望着地中海上空明亮的星星，他沉浸在对往事的回忆中…… 直到吃早饭的时候，托马斯才又碰见美丽的海伦，她脸色苍白烦躁不安。美丽的眼睛周围有一圈深深的黑晕。“你会原谅我吗？”她问托马斯。“我想我会原谅你的，亲爱的