“What the hell is that all about?”
“I don’t know, General. I think Colonel Cohen has some sort of agenda.”
“He usually does. You’re going to Wewelsburg? And taking Serov with you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I gather you’ve deduced Colonel Cohen is obsessed with Castle Wewelsburg?”
“Yes, sir.”
“He’s going to be annoyed to learn you called me to tell me about this. Why did you?”
“Sir, I didn’t call to do that. I called to ask a favor. You raised the question of how I’m getting along with Colonel Cohen.”
“So I did. And you want a favor? Why does that worry me? What kind of a favor?”
“Sir, I need a couple of ASA people. Florence Miller needs some help.”
“How is she doing?”
“Pretty well.”
“Does she know Serov is in Nuremberg? I’m presuming she knows he’s responsible for trying to kidnap her.”
“I’m sure she knows both, sir. That’s probably why she has a pistol strapped to her hip.”
“You’re protecting her against the possibility that something like that could happen again?”
“General, she’s living in a secure building with at least twenty heavily armed men.”
“What kind of a secure building?”
“A fenced-in, twenty-eight-room mansion that used to be the home of the Munich Gauleiter.”
“A twenty-eight-room mansion? How the hell did you pull that off, Cronley?”
“Mr. Justice Jackson had a word with the Munich Military Post commander on my behalf.”
“Which suggests you haven’t so far really pissed him off.”
“We get along pretty well, sir.”
“Why do you need two of my people? What kind of people? And why didn’t you go through channels, instead of calling me late at night on the SIGABA net?”
“Sir, I decided that the less I trouble Colonel Wallace with things like this, the better.”
“Bullshit. What kind of people is Miller asking for?”
“She gave me two names, sir. Of a tech sergeant and a Spec-6.”
“Both WACs?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Against my better judgment, you can have them. Give me the names, and I’ll have orders cut in the morning. And I won’t tell Wallace.”
“Tech Sergeant Helene Williamson and Spec-6 Martha Howell.”