Secret Honor (Honor Bound 3)

Office of the Director of Intelligence

Berlin

22 May 1943

Korvettenkapitän Karl Boltitz

Dear Boltitz:

In case there might be some question in your mind concerning your responsibilities in your new assignment:

You are under the direct orders of Ambassador von Lutzenberger and you will comply with his orders as if they had come from me. In this connection, all communications of any kind must be approved by von Lutzenberger before they are forwarded to me or any other of ce.

Heil Hiller!

Canaris

Vizeadmiral

Chief, Intelligence, OKW

* * *

Karl Boltitz looked at Ambassador von Lutzenberger.

He heard his father’s voice in his ears: “The best advice I can give you, Karl, is to listen to what Canaris is not saying.”

Christ, does this mean what I think it does?

“Do you have any questions, Boltitz?”

“No, Excellency.”

“May I have the letters back, please?” von Lutzenberger asked.

Boltitz handed them to him.

Von Lutzenberger carefully burned both and their envelopes. “These did not, if I have to say this, come to me via the diplomatic pouch.”

“I understand,” Boltitz said.

“Major von Wachtstein came to see me this morning before he left for Montevideo. He told me of the chat you two had last night.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“In a few minutes, von Wachtstein will land at Montevideo,” von Lutzenberger said. “And he should be back here two hours or so after that. I told him I was counting on him to be careful. I missed him when he was in Germany. He’s our only pilot, you know.”

“Yes, Sir, I know.”

“You really should make an effort, Boltitz, to get to know him well. I think you have much more in common than you may have realized previously.”

“Herr Ambassador—” Boltitz began.

Von Lutzenberger stopped him with an upheld palm. “That will be all, Boltitz. Thank you for coming to see me.”

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