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Updated: August 1, 2024
"You won't catch any Deutschers fooling Mary Prendergast," said the jovial lady in the bed; "but, children, what next?" Monica spoke quite calmly. She was always perfectly self-possessed. "My brother is stopping with me in our apartment in the Bendler-Strasse," she said. "You remember Gerry, Des he got all smashed up flying, you know, and is practically a cripple.
You will help me on with my cloak and escort me to the car. Is that clear?" "Perfectly." "Now, pay attention once more, for I shall not be able to speak to you again. I shall have to give you your directions for finding the way to the Bendler-Strasse." She did so and added: "Drive carefully, whatever you do. If we had a smash and the police intervened, it might be most awkward for you."
Thanks to the amazing imbecility of the Berlin police, I was not informed of your brief stay at the Bendler-Strasse, even after they were called in by the invalid American gentleman in the matter of your hasty flight when asked to have your passport put in order.
Under the influence of my winning personality, Herr Kore told me all he knew; I pursued my investigations and then discovered what the asinine police had omitted to tell me, namely, that on the date in question an alleged American had made a hurried flight from the Countess Rachwitz's apartment in the Bendler-Strasse.
The Bendler-Strasse is off the Tiergarten, not far from the Esplanade, and I found my way there without much difficulty. I flatter myself that both Monica and I played our parts well, and I am sure nothing could have been more professional than the way I helped her to alight.
I will come straight back from the embassy and then go with Josef to the police." The next moment I was adrift in Berlin. Outside darkness had fallen. I had a vague suspicion that the house might be watched, but I found the Bendler-Strasse quite undisturbed.
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