“Are you Gunther?”
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
“On what you say next?”
“Someone wants to talk to you.”
“So why isn’t someone here?”
“Because he’s in the Eldorado. Buying you a drink.”
“Does this someone have a name?”
“Herr Diels. Rudolf Diels.”
“Maybe I’m the shy type. Maybe I don’t like the Eldorado. Besides, it’s a little early for a nightclub.”
“Exactly. Makes it nice and quiet. Somewhere private you can hear yourself think.”
“I get all sorts of strange ideas when I hear myself think,” I said. “Like maybe there’s some point to my existence. But since there isn’t, we’d better get along to the Eldorado.”
The Eldorado on Motzstrasse was on the ground floor of a modern building that was in the High Concrete style. Like the old Eldorado, which still existed on Lutherstrasse, the new was a he/she club popular with Berlin high society, expensive prostitutes, and adventurous tourists eager to get a taste of real Berlin decadence. Inside, the club was a facsimile of a Chinese opium-smoking den. Only it wasn’t just a facsimile. If sex was one reason to visit the Eldorado, then the ready supply of drugs was another. But at that hour of the day, the place was more or less deserted. The Bernd Robert Rhythmics had just finished rehearsing. In the corner, beside a copper gong as big as a truck tire, a youngish man with a largish scar on his face was sharing a bottle of champagne with two girls. I knew they were girls-not because of their womanly hands and manicured fingernails but because of their private parts, which were easy to see since both girls were also naked.
Seeing me arrive in the club with his two double-breasted scouts, the scar-faced man stood up and waved me toward him. He was dark, with a weak chin. I guessed his age was about thirty. His suit looked handmade and he was smoking a Gildemann cigar. He had a woman’s lips, and his eyebrows were so neat and fine that they almost looked plucked and then drawn in with a pencil. His eyes were brown, with long lashes. His hands were womanish, too, and but for the scar and the company he was keeping, I might have wondered if he was a bit warm. But he was polite and welcoming, which made me wonder how he’d come by his scar.
“Herr Gunther,” he said. “I’m glad you came. This is Fraulein Olafsson, and Fraulein Larsson. They are both on holiday from Sweden. Aren’t you, ladies?” He looked quickly around. “There’s another one somewhere. Fraulein Liljeroth. But I think she must have gone to powder her nose. If you know what I mean.”
I bowed politely. “Ladies.”
“They’re trying to behave like true Berliners,” said Diels. “Isn’t that right, ladies?”
“Nakedness is normal,” said one of the Swedes. “Desire is healthy. Don’t you agree?”
“Here, sit down and have a drink,” said Diels, and pushed a glass of champagne toward me.
It was a little early for me, but, noting the label and the year on the bottle, I drank it anyway.
“What can I do for you, Herr Diels?”
“Please. Call me Rudi. And by the way, you can speak quite freely in front of our two lady friends. They don’t speak very good German.”
“Neither do I,” I said. “Only that might have something to do with the fact that my tongue is hanging out of my mouth.”
“Ever been here before?”
“Once or twice. But I don’t get any kick out of guessing whether someone’s a man or a woman.” I nodded at Fraulein Olafsson. “It makes a pleasant change to have any doubts on that score removed so unequivocally.”
“You’d better enjoy it while you can. In just a month or two a lot of these clubs are going to be closed down by the new government. This one is already earmarked to be the Nazi Party headquarters in Berlin South.”
“You’re taking a lot for granted. There’s the small matter of an election to be fought first.”
“You’re right. It is a small matter. The National Socialists may not manage to win an outright majority in the Reichstag, but it seems more than probable that they will be the largest party.”
“They?”
“I’m not a party member, Herr Gunther. But I am broadly sympathetic to the cause of National Socialism.”
“Is that how you got those scars on your face? By being broadly sympathetic to the Nazis?”
Diels touched his cheek without any trace of self-consciousness. “This?” He shook his head. “No. I’m afraid there wasn’t much honor in the way they were earned. I used to drink a lot. More than was good for me. Sometimes, when I wanted to amuse or intimidate someone, I would chew a beer glass.”
There was a bowl of fruit on the table. I nodded at it.
“Me, I prefer a nice apple.” I lit a cigarette and, leaning back in my chair, took a good look at our two naked companions. I didn’t mind looking at them any more than they minded being looked at.
“Help yourself.”
“No, thanks. Some of my concentration is still caught up with the fate of the republic.”
“That’s too bad. Because the republic’s days are numbered. We’re going to win.”
“So it’s ‘we’ now. A minute ago you weren’t even in the party. I guess you must be what’s called a floating voter.”
“You mean like Rosa Luxemburg?” Diels smiled at his own little joke. “Oh, I’m not much of a Hitlerite,” he said. “But I do believe in Hermann Goering. He’s a much more impressive figure than Hitler.”
“He’s certainly a larger one.” It was my turn to smile at my little joke.
“Hitler cares nothing for human life,” continued Diels. “But Goering is different. I work for him, in the Reichstag. After the Nazis come to power, Goering is going to be in overall charge of the police in Germany. Kurt Daluege is going to be in charge of the uniformed police. And I’m going to be in charge of a much-expanded political police.”
“The number of people wanting to join the police these days. And we haven’t even had a recruiting drive.”
“We’re going to need men we can trust. Good men who are prepared to devote body and soul to the fight against Jewry and Bolshevism. But not just against Jewry and Bolshevism. It’s imperative that the power of the SA be curtailed, too. Which is where you come in.”
“Me? I don’t see how I can be of any use to you. I don’t even like the political police we’ve got now.”
“You’re well known in KRIPO as someone who dislikes the SA.”
“Everyone in KRIPO dislikes the SA. Everyone who’s worth a damn.”
“That is what I’m looking for. To get rid of the SA we’ll need men who aren’t afraid. Men like you.”
“I can see your dilemma. You need the SA to strong-arm the election. But once you’re elected, you need someone else to strong-arm it back into line.” I grinned. “I have to hand it to you. There’s sophism and then there’s Nazism. Hitler adds a whole new section to that part of the dictionary that deals with specious argument and dirty dealing.” I shook my head. “I’m not your man, Herr Diels. Never will be.”
“It would be a real shame if the force was to lose a man of your forensic capabilities, Herr Gunther.”
“Wouldn’t it just? But there it is.”
The third Swede came back from powdering her nose. Like her two friends, she was as naked as a hat pin without a hat. Obviously bored, the other two got up from the table and went over to her and put their arms around her, and slowly, they began to dance to some silent music. They looked like the Three Graces.