"In due time, Herr Oberst. Not now. For now, with great care, but as quickly as possible, I want you to eliminate Herr Ettinger. What do you know about him?"
"He's a Spanish Jew, whose family had a branch in Berlin. He and his mother left Germany and went to the United States, where he was apparently recruited by the OSS. He came here under cover, as some sort of an oil-storage-terminal expert in the employ of Howell Petroleum. After the Reine de la Mer incident, when Frade and the other agent returned to the United States, he re-mained here. He has an apartment-4B-at Calle Monroe 127...."
"Well, then, since you know so much about him, eliminating him shouldn't be much of a problem, should it?"
"Would the Herr Standartenf?hrer like to review my plans when I have made them?"
"Yes. And I'm glad you brought that up. From now on I wish to review any plans for this sort of thing."
"Jawohl, Herr Standartenf?hrer."
Goltz opened the door again and passed through it.
PART TWO
Brunner Still at Large
Paris
French police said yester-day that they hunted in vain in Argentina for Alois Brunner, the most notorious Nazi war criminal still at large, after tips he had left his longtime refuge in Syria.
"He's not there, at least we didn't see him," said Gerard Bronne, head of the manhunt section of the Paris Gendarmerie after his trip to a remote region of northern Argentina near the borders of Paraguay and Brazil last month.
He told French television TF-1 he had tried to follow up re-ports from neighboring Uruguay that Brunner, now 83, had settled in Argentina along with other Nazi war criminals wanted by the international police agency Interpol.
Brunner, WWII deputy to fel-low Austrian Adolph Eichmann, is wanted in connection with the deaths of 130,000 Jews whom he had deported to death camps dur-ing World War II (Reuters).
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August 3, 1995
Chapter Eleven
[ONE]
4730 Avenida del Libertador
Buenos Aires, Argentina
0925 11 April 1943
"I wonder why that worries me?" General Arturo Rawson asked softly of his aide-de-camp, Capitan Roberto Lauffer, who sat beside him in the rear seat of Rawson's personal Packard. Both were in civilian clothing.
Rawson pointed at the official Mercedes-Benz of General Pedro P. Ramirez, which was parked at the curb in front of the Frade guest house.
"Interesting," Lauffer said.
"I better go in with you."
The driver, a sargento, also in civilian clothing, pulled up behind the Mer-cedes, stopped, and ran quickly around the front of the Packard to open Raw-son's door.
By the time they reached the gate in the high fence, a maid had come quickly from inside the house to open it for them.
"El Coronel Per¢n asks that you join him for coffee in the sitting," she said, and then trotted ahead of them to hold open the door to the house.
The maid, trotting ahead of them again through the foyer, knocked politely at the door to the sitting, but pulled it open before there was time for a reply to her knock.