K . A.

Gardner


G O D R E P A Y S D E B T S I N
B L O O D
















Kathleen Gardner started writing when she retired after being
told that she had a vivid imagination. She worked in France
and Switzerland as a house keeper, where she took up rock
climbing and ski-du-fond. She found happiness with her late
husband. Kathleen now lives in the south of England. She
has four grandchildren.





For those who were slaughtered and tortured by the Nazis.


Humbert Wolfe: Poet

If it must be so, lets not weep nor complain
If I have failed, or you or life turned sullen.
We have had these things,
They do not come again.
But the flag still flies, and the city has not fallen.

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Chapter 1


The Monastery Augustine stood in the surrounding countryside of a
little village in Austria of a few hundred inhabitants. Father Werner
was looking out of the window and reflecting on his past life. He was
a tall good-looking man with blank eyes which made you feel he
cared for nothing.
He took out a leather-bound case. With careful movements he
removed a few very old and faded photographs.
The photographs showed him surrounded by his friends.
Those were the days, he muttered under his breath. All of them
were wearing peaked caps with skull and crossbones.
S.S. Kommandant Werner, he said, smiling to himself.
He put the photographs away quickly and knelt down in front of
his prie-dieu, but his thoughts kept going back in time. Werner took a
bottle of whiskey from his cabinet, but his mind went back to the past.
His father had been a lawyer and a well-respected member of the
small Austrian community. Often when he was a boy he would visit
his grandmothers house.
Grandmother Werner lived in a very large house on the
Friedstrasse Square. Werner would often visit her there. One day in
August he walked there and was let in by the manservant Goldberg.
Good morning, Werner. The servant looked very distressed.
Whats wrong? said Werner.
Your grandmother is dying upstairs.
He walked up the stairs and closed the door after him. Glancing
around the room, he heard his grandmothers heavy breathing.
Come here, my dear boy, and sit by my bed. I want to show you
something.
Werner tiptoed over to the bed where the shrivelled old lady was
lying.
See the cabinet over by the window? Please open the centre
drawer. You will find something there. Bring it to me.
He looked at the centre desk drawer. What secret was lying there?
He hesitated, then quickly opened it. Lying in a corner was the Star

of David. Fascinated, Werner found a birth certificate, dated before
he was born. On his grandmothers certificate was the name Levison.
His grandmother sat up.
Bring it to me, Werner. Werner walked over to the bed.
This is a secret between us, that you have Jewish blood in you.
Only Goldberg knows and he is going to get a rabbi for me, so that I
can hear the last Talmud before I die.
Werner felt numbed.
My family name is Levison, said his grandmother. We
changed it so that your grandfather could work in Germany as a
lawyer. Your father knows nothing about this.
A wave of panic came over Werner.
I am German, not a verdammter Jude.
His grandmother made a painful sound as she clutched at her
heart. She reached for Werner.
Please Werner, get me my tablets. Werner released her hand
from his jacket and ran out of the room. He walked for miles, thinking
of this terrible secret.
None must know, he muttered under his breath.
The funeral took place the next day and hundreds of the villagers
filed past the coffin. Werners father was overcome with grief. He
heard that day that Goldberg had disappeared.
Father Werner, rang out a voice. You are wanted in the
kitchens.
Father Werner arose slowly from his kneeling position. In the
kitchens a dark and powerfully built man was making pastry. Father
Werner hesitated.
What is that smell? he wondered. Yes, I know, Viennese pastry.
He walked quickly into the kitchen.
Who are you? he demanded.
My name is Joseph Goldberg.
At the sound of the name, Father Werners face went quite grey.
There had been a Joseph Goldberg in Rosewitz also, at one time his
grandmothers servant. Panic seized him. This couldnt be the same
man, as he had personally ordered the deaths of him and his family.
The guards had pushed him on to a truck headed for the gas chambers.
Father Werner eyed the man Joseph Goldberg very suspiciously.
Do you make Viennese pastry?
Yes, I do!

Well, make some for me now!
Werner seemed lonely and desperate to Goldberg. He had
difficulty in walking. There was a dull colour about his skin, giving
him a ghostly appearance. He could have felt sorry for him, but only
for a moment.
Werner returned to his study and walked slowly over to the
window. His thoughts started to drift back to when he was young. He
remembered how he used to visit a pastry shop in Vienna with his
grandmother. That had been owned by a Jew called Ravenberg. He
recalled with disgust the way he was always rubbing his hands
together greedily.
Fat, rich Jewish women, would sit gorging themselves with
pastries with diamonds sparkling on their fingers as they made
gestures with their hands.
In 1929 Werner became a student of music at the Conservatory in
Vienna. One day on the way to the Conservatory, he heard a young
man talking about the Third Reich and the New German. He said that
the Jews were a public danger. As the man spoke, Werner became
more and more excited. Feeling nothing but hatred for the Jewish
race, he joined the S.S.
He was quickly promoted to Captain. Then came Kristallnacht,
the night of broken glass. He was given an assignment by Himmler to
raid all the shops and businesses owned by the Jews and deport them
to Theresienstadt or slave-labour camps. He remembered that he
ordered his men to the pastry shop. When he saw the owner, he picked
up a hammer and hit him over the head. Ravenberg fell to his knees
and pleaded,
Dont kill me, please. Stop it, stop it.
Werners mind was in turmoil; he could not stop, and became
more and more agitated. He hit the man again and again.
As Ravenberg lay on the floor making noises, Werner picked up
one of the chefs knives, and stabbed the knife forcefully into his
back. The Jew was dead! After the stabbing Werner changed his own
clothes, washed them, and went to celebrate in a local beer keiler.
He was soon promoted in the S.S. and was sent to Rosenwitz,
where he became Kommandant of the camp. His sadistic animalistic
ways made him the most feared person there.
Daily he would go to the station and watch the trains bringing
Jews from the East.

Kommandant Werner excelled in his job and took pleasure in the
suffering of his hapless victims.
Many times he would, for sport, take a party of high-ranking
officials and their wives to the Rest Assured Crematorium, where
they watched and laughed and took photographs of the victims as they
were herded into the gas chambers.
A Rabbi Israel started to recite the prayer for the dead. He looked
at Werner and said,
God repays debts with blood; you are cursed for ever, for spilling
the blood of the innocent Jews.
Werner dragged him by the hair to the gas chambers, but the old
Rabbi kept saying,
You are cursed.
Werner was quite shaken. He went pale and walked back to his
office.

The installations often broke down, causing imaginable suffering
to the victims, who were left waiting naked and without food and
water in the open. Kommandant Werner would take charge of the gas
chambers to drive them in. He had a whip which he would use
mercilessly on them. Many of them were covered in blood and dying
as he herded them in. Werner would go back to his office and get
drunk.
Werner could not sleep at night because of the terrible images he
saw in his dreams. He would sometimes send for Goldberg, his
personal chef, who had been one of his grandmothers servants. There
was a bond between them because of his grandmothers secret.
Goldberg hated Werner but his one idea was to survive the camp.
Food was upper most in his mind.
When he first arrived at the camp he was a member of the special
delegation. He had seen Werner with his peaked cap as he got off the
train. Goldberg was with his wife Greta and his daughter Maria. Maria
was noticed straight away by Werner. He felt that she seemed, with
her golden hair, the prototypical Aryan. His eyes met Goldbergs. A
feeling of panic came to him. This was the Goldberg who had worked
for his grandmother! He pointed to them to go to the left. After the
selection, he called one of the Ukrainian guards to him.
Bring that family to my office.
The guard saluted. Yes Sir.

Goldberg, Greta and Maria were pushed scowling by the young
Ukrainian guard to Kommandant Werners office. As they entered the
office, Goldberg scanned it thoroughly. Werner was sitting at this
desk and smiled at Goldberg. Well, Goldberg, this is a surprise after
all these years. He smiled at Goldberg, but his eyes were blank and
his mouth cruel.
Goldberg was very surprised at his greeting.
Is this your family, Goldberg? Your daughter is very pretty, but
if I send her to the whorehouse, her looks wont last. I hope you
understand your situation and keep your mouth shut concerning your
past.
Goldberg was disgusted with Werner. He nodded and said,
Yes.
A shrewd answer, my dear Goldberg. Werner was very pleased
with himself. He knew that Goldberg had dealt with Mueller, Head of
the Gestapo, when he was with the Jewish Delegation. Mueller hated
Werner and had plotted and schemed how to get rid of him on several
occasions.
Werner was first made aware of Muellers scheming mind when
several prisoners escaped from the camp. Mueller blamed Werner.
When Werner was on leave, he wrote to Himmler saying that Werner
was unfit for the job as Kommandant because of his drinking and
sleeping with Jewish whores.
Himmler ordered him back from his leave and demanded an
explanation. Werner said that it was untrue about the women and the
drinking. Himmler informed him that if it happened again he would
be for the Russian front.
Muellers hatred of him was persistent and he would have to be
careful, because this damaging discovery would mean promotion for
Mueller and certain death and torture for him. Only Goldberg knew
his grandmothers secret.
He would often walk around the camp with his German shepherd
dog. He loved to set his dog on the poor Jews or captured Russians.
They were objects and not humans, and were killed just for the sport
of it. A young girl was mauled to death by the dog for being too slow.
Such was the behaviour of Werner.
Werner decided to lull Goldberg and his family into a false sense
of security, but their fate was sealed.

He had no empathy for Goldberg and his family, and also not for
the Wraith like creatures of the camps who he hated with their
disgusting dirty unshaved bodies. He never thought to himself that he
and his S.S. thugs, had brought these diseased ridden bodies to this
state.
Its all their fault and they deserve this.
He would mutter, when he was drinking.



Chapter 2


Despite threats of retaliations escapes were attempted frequently,
often when the Germans allowed inmates to visit a water pump.
Daily the Jewish work force was abused for being too lazy or
dirty. Public hangings were ordered for just minor things.
Werner was every day thinking of new ways to kill and maim the
poor inmates at the station. When new victims arrived, he made a
selection and personally shot them.
That year was the turning point of the war, with the Russians
advancing on previously held territories and pushing towards
Germany.
Werner knew that the Russians were grinding towards the camp
and within a few days they would be there. He formulated a plan to
arrange his own death. He also knew he had to get rid of Goldberg
and his family, because they knew too much about his personal life.
One of the guards, Weiss, had connections in the Warsaw
underground which dealt with papers. , Weiss was able to obtain
papers from the International Red Cross for them to travel to
Switzerland as displaced persons.
Werner decided on a plan. He picked one of the unfortunate
inmates of the camp, who was the same build as himself. The man
was brought to his quarters and killed with an injection of poison.
Werner then smashed his face in with a blunt instrument, so that every
bone was broken in his face. After that he washed his hands and
clothing and told Weiss to hide the body.
On the day of the escape, he took a contingent of Jews to a works
area. Intended victims were among them. They were an emaciated
group with shaven heads. Werner wanted them to bury bodies in the
lime pits. Afterwards they themselves would be executed.
When they got to the lower camp the stench filled the air.
Murdered, rotting and diseased flesh in decay. Most of them were
naked.
The poor hapless victims trapped in this Hell on Earth, by
distorted and cruel guards were not even given a decent burial at the

end, but were lying in a wasteland where the crematorium was
smoking night and day, with its smell of human flesh burning!
Werner and Weiss made their way to the Polish border.
It was difficult going because of the advancing Russians. At night
they hid in haystacks and deserted buildings.
As they neared the border a group of German S.S. soldiers
approached them. The Captain of the group waved his pistol in the air
and told them to stand their ground. The Captain looked at their
clothes and shouted.
Sie sind Juden. Their rifle butts rained down upon Werner and
Weiss hands. They were taken to Upper Silesia in crowed cattle
trucks.
Werner pleaded with the S.S. Captain that he was not Jewish but
German and a member of the S.S. The Captain laughed at him and
beat him about the head.
At the station at Upper Silesia, a special unit of S.S. guards were
lashing out at a contingent of Jewish prisoners. Werner knew there
would be no mercy for him and Weiss.
Suddenly there was quiet, and then rifle shots. Out of nowhere a
battalion of Russian soldiers surrounded them. The S.S. tried to flee
but were shot down. Some of the poor half-starved Jews were running
everywhere, screaming and ignoring gun fire. Some surged across the
railway lines. Within seconds there was a deadly silence. The Russian
soldiers walked up to the S.S. guards and forced them down on their
knees. As with all cowards, they were begging for mercy, but the
Russian soldiers who had seen the lowly nature of their crimes just
laughed and started to strip them. They were then made to run whilst
the soldiers picked them off like ducks in a fairground booth.
Those who had not died were beaten with such ruthlessness that
they looked like pulp.
The Jewish prisoners started cheering and some of them picked up
stones and threw them.
Werner and Weiss watched this with growing panic, and decided
to slip away.

They walked all the way to Prague and found work with a farmer.
After a while Weiss decided to leave. But Werner felt secure and
decided to stay on much longer. The farmer he worked for was only
interested in the fact that he was a good worker.

In the autumn of that year his employer took on a labourer called
Klein.
Klein had also escaped being gassed by the arrival of the Russians.
He had been able to jump off the cattle truck and make his way to the
woods with some of the other inmates. Some of them had been
blinded by the explosions and run towards the electric fences of the
camp. Many were shot but Klein and some of the younger ones made
it to the woods. After several hours he found shelter in a deserted
peasants hut, where he was later picked up by the partisans. A young
commanding officer asked him to join their units.
It was very rare for Soviet partisans to recruit Jews into their
ranks. Kleins experiences of living in the forest with the partisans
were exceedingly difficult. On one occasion, when the Germans used
the full force of their army to seek and destroy, the partisans took to
the marshes. They had not washed for months and were dirty and
starving. They were promised help but none came. The unit were
finally surrounded. Their clothes were lice-infested, and quite a few
died in the marshes without their due honour. They were buried in
unmarked graves.
Klein was lucky to escape being killed by the Germans, and he
and ten other partisans made it back to the camp, very bitter and
wanting to revenge their dead friends.
After several ambushes with the Russians and planting explosions
near railway lines with which they were able to kill Germans, Klein
heard that the Germans were running amok in the countryside, killing
everything that moved.
It was at the farm whilst looking for work that he met Werner his
former Kommandant of the camp. Klein had a secret like Werner. His
great grandmother was Jewish. He had hidden his identity like Werner
and joined the Nazi Party, where he rose in rank due to his brutish
behaviour towards his hapless victims.
He met Werner and saved him from a victims bullet on the night
of the burning of a synagogue in Vienna. They had gone to a rich old
Jews house, but the old Jew was armed. He said that he had fought in
the First World War and was given the Iron Cross. He showed the
medal to Werner, but Werner started to shout at him, calling him
filthy names. The old Jew pulled out a gun, and at that moment, Klein
pushed Werner to the floor. The bullet missed him by a hairs breath.

Werner took the gun and shot the old Jew and then smashed his
face with the gun so that the left eyeball was driven into the brain. He
was like a madman. Klein shouted at him to stop, and said,
Lets get out of here.
When Klein saw Werner, he was quite surprised. He approached
him saying,
Kommandant Werner, what a come down for you, mucking out
the pig shit.
Werners eyes were intensely black and were quite menacing. He
looked at Werner with considerable fear.
Dont worry, Kommandant, your secret is safe with me, but of
course, with all that Jewish gold stolen from the dead, it wouldnt hurt
to share it with me!
No need to worry, Klein, come and see me tonight in my room,
and we will talk about it.
That night Klein met Werner in his room. He looked at him and
saw a very smug expression on his face.
Ive worked out a plan, Klein; we can go there next week. Will
that be alright?
Very good, Kommandant Werner, because you know, if
anything goes wrong, I shall report you to the authorities for your part
in the murder of Jews in the camp.
Werner looked at him with hate but thought I shall kill you before
you do that.
They took the train and arrived in Vienna the next day. The mine
was situated near the Potschen Pass. It was a beautiful day; the area
was surrounded by high peak mountains and near the beautiful Alpine
Lakes.
As they entered the mine they found a trolley, which they pushed
along a narrow-gauge track to the entrance of the main shaft.
This will be very dangerous, Klein, so take care about any falling
rock, or you might have a nasty accident.
Dont worry, Werner. I know what Im doing.
It was pitch black. Werner led the way to a mine shaft. They
walked down very steep steps. In the bowels of the mine in a large
cove, there was a chapel dedicated to the Virgin Mary. There were
crates stacked around it. Klein broke open one of the crates, and
inside were richly jewelled cups, ruby encrusted goblets, emeralds,
sovereigns and silver.

Klein started laughing and picking them up in handfuls and
stuffing them into his pockets. At that moment Werner came up
behind him and hit him on the back of the head. Klein looked at him
with astonishment and grabbed Werners coat. Werner hit him again.
Suddenly he made gasping noises and fell on the ground. He was
dead. Werner gathered up some of the treasure and put it in a bag and
ran out of the mine. Once outside he wiped the blood from his hands.
He walked back to the village and took a bus to Vienna. There he
contacted the Odessa Organisation and handed over some of the
treasure. The organiser said that it would go towards the coming of
The Fourth Reich.
Arrangements were made for him to go to South America. On his
passport, his occupation was as a painter.
That night Werner again phoned the organisation and was given a
rendezvous at a hotel called the Hotel La Cabana. Werner decided to
walk there. It was a beautiful evening and Werner heard a young man
playing his guitar. There was a haunting sadness about it.
The Hotel Cabana was situated on the Sandstrasse 66. It consisted
of eighteen delightful rooms in bungalows clustered around a
beautiful pool. It was a very German blend of manicured and wild
landscaping.
He walked over to bungalow number 3 and knocked on the door.
The man who answered the door quickly let him in. He was a tall, fit-
looking man with a Hitler moustache. . S.S. Werner, you are to leave
Austria as soon as possible. Arrangements have been made through
the organisations for you to stay in a safe house in Buenos Aires. Our
contact will be in touch with you.
That night Werner was driven to the airport disguised as a tourist.
On his passport was the name Werner Schnatz. In Buenos Aires he
was contacted by a Priest of the Benedictine Order. Father Hans had
arranged the escape of a lot of Nazis through the Catholic Church.
It was arranged that Werner would stay with a German family
called Weiss who had escaped from the Russian Authorities for
Crimes against Humanity, which they had committed at Lodz in
Poland in the summer of 1940.
Klaus Weiss was a typical S.S. officer and had been in charge of
Russian prisoners of war, who had been captured and made to live in
the most deplorable conditions, starved and beaten. Three million of
them had died, from hunger or despair.

Klaus Weiss had a strong sense of survival and made his escape
before the Russians liberated the camp. With the help of the Odessa
Organisation and lots of gold taken from his hapless victims, he went
to live in Argentina.



Chapter 3


Werner started work as a translator for the Peron Government, where
he excelled in his duties and was later able to get an Argentina
passport.
The government of Peron was very sympathetic towards ex-
Nazis, as long as they had large bank accounts.
Peron with his glamorous Lady Bountiful Evita Peron, who had
previously been a movie star, ensured that dissent wasnt heard, with
the help of Bully Boys. Terrorism and political kidnappings were
daily occurrences. Argentina exploded with unrest.
After a couple of months Werner decided to move to a flat in the
centre of Buenos Aires where red brick gardens prevailed. His
neighbours were very middle-class. The worsening situation did not
affect them.
He was often invited to their homes and it was at such a gathering
he met Venita.
Venita was from a very old and distinguished family. For
generations her mothers family had owned cattle ranches in
Argentina. Her father was English and held a very important position.
Werner noticed a young girl standing by herself. Her hair was
swept high in a French pleat. His glance he took in the high
cheekbones, set jaggedly, in an oval-shaped face. As he moved closer,
he noticed a vacant expression in her large brown eyes.
She had shown no emotion as he stood looking, but moved away.
Werner noticed her handkerchief lying on the ground, and stooped to
pick it up.
Thank you, she said. Werner looked at her, and said in a low
voice,
Are you waiting for someone? She seemed pleased to break the
ice, saying,
Im waiting for my parents.
Werner said, Shall we have a drink?
Yes, that would be lovely.
What do you drink? Werner asked, leaning closer to Venita and
noticing her perfume.

Wine. Thank you.
The spell was broken by the arrival of Venitas parents, who
swept in with her sister Bonita.
Father, this is Werner he is a translator here.
Please to meet you old chap. His grey eyes glinted at Werner.
There was one thing Werner hated to be called and that was old
chap. So very typical of the English, who were so arrogant.
They were interrupted by the band, who were playing a Glenn
Miller song.
Would you like to dance, Venita? said Werner, taking her hand.
They met the next Saturday and Werner took Venita to Lujan,
which was forty miles west of Buenos Aires. As they were both
interested in history, they went to see the Miracle basilica of
Argentina.
Legend has it that a 17
th
century traveller crossing the Lujan River
got bogged down in his oxcart; he freed it, and a terra-cotta figure of
the Virgin toppled out of the wagon. He put the statue back in the cart,
but the oxen wouldnt move forward until he left the Virgin there.
Since then the Virgin was considered to be sacred and have healing
powers.
It was a beautiful day. The sky was a deep blue and everywhere
people were out walking, enjoying the heat of the sun. They decided
on a carriage to take them around the city and afterwards to visit the
Museum.
Werner looked at Venita and smiled. She looked so beautiful in
her green silk dress that he wanted to hold her in his arms. As they
walked around the Museum, he could smell her perfume.
At one of the exhibits was a painting of one of the hateful Rosa.
Venita exclaimed passionately,
Weve had dictators for generations here. Its going to take time
to change things. Werner looked at her with interest and said,
But surely Peron is a good man? He does so much for the poor
with his wife Evita?
Dont you believe it, she said, with a harsh laugh. They rule with
an iron fist in a velvet glove.
Afterwards they went for a coffee at one of the side-walk coffee
houses. As they sat outside the caf, Werner thought what a wonderful
person Venita was and how lucky he was to have found her.

Werner took her out the following week, and after that they were
always together. Werner was falling in love with her.
One night whilst Werner was in his flat, he heard a light step in
the hallway. It was Venita and she had been crying.
What is the matter, my darling? said Werner as he held her in
his arms.
Its my parents. I have left home. They dont like you and dont
want me to see you.
Werner took her hands in his.
Lets get married. I love you so much.
She moved away from him.
Do you really mean it? said Venita in a low whisper.
Yes I do, my darling. I love you so much.
Werner darling, I love you so much. With that she flung herself
into his arms. Werner was trembling and started to stroke her hair.
She moved away from his arms towards the bedroom. Could this be
happening to him, he asked himself, as he followed her into the
bedroom and closed the door. She took his hand, drew him to the bed
and pulled him down beside her.

He made love to her The next morning at breakfast he said,
Venita, you are so lovely and I want to marry you as soon as
possible, but first, my darling, I will show you my new flat, which is
near here and is for us when we get married.
She stared at him, and two huge teardrops fell down on to her
dress.
Werner took her in his arms and whispered, My darling I love
you so much, that it would be the happiest day of my life, if you
would marry me, and be my wife for ever.
Venita took his hand and looked up into his eyes. Oh my darling,
I would be the happiest woman in the world.
This is lovely, said Venita, looking around the room. It was a
big flat, with a drawing room with carpets, pictures on the walls, and
furniture of quite a modern style.
The bay window opened on to the sun-drenched terrace. Trouble
is, Werner, isnt it a bit too expensive for me?
Dont worry about that. As we are getting married, Ill pay.
She looked at him wonderingly, her lips trembled.
You mean that?

Yes, I mean it.
She looked at him seriously, and then she leaned forward and
kissed him.
Come on, lets go shopping and then on to a restaurant, theres a
place round here where they do a super A La Carte Menu.
Werner, this has been the happiest day of my life. She leaned
over and took his hand.
Werner thought he would never find another girl like that one.
She had everything.
Im glad youre happy, my darling.

That night they made love and it was the most glorious thing. He
thought that she held him to her like a mother holds her child.
Werner, will you always stay with me? she asked softly.
Yes, darling, he said, as he smiled and patted her arm. Werner
thought that she certainly made love with the expertise of a girl who
has gone round the block a couple of times. After all the tarts he had
met he was pleasantly taken by surprise. And she loved him!
Darling, what shall we do today? he said as he walked out of
the bathroom.
Im sorry darling, but I must go and spend some time with my
parents, as my mother is not very well. It will only be for a couple of
days, and also to tell them the good news about our getting married.
I think its best that you dont tell them at the moment. I want to
get married to you without a lot of fuss! he said as he tenderly kissed
the back of her neck.
Alright, darling, if that is what you want, she said, turning her
head and looking into his eyes.



Chapter 4
Argentina 1950

Venita had been away for a couple of days to visit her parents and was
looking forward to her return to Werner. While she was away she had
bought him a new coat. The coat was very expensive.
When she reached the entrance to their flat, she decided to tiptoe
up the stairs to surprise Werner. On the landing she heard voices. One
belonged to Werner; the other voice was very high. She opened the
door, and to her surprise, the room was in an uproar, clothes thrown
everywhere.
Werner was still in his underpants. The other person, a woman
with blonde hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips, was
completely naked. She stood smiling with amusement Well, hello,
she said. Who are you? The little wife?
Werner rushed to put on a dressing gown over his half naked
body. Through Venitas veil of tears she examined Werner. Werners
gleaming pupils didnt fasten on anything, but when they fixed on an
object his mouth became firmer and his attitude haughty.
Enjoying yourself? said Venita, near to tears.
Venita, youve got it all wrong, said Werner, moving towards
her.
So I see, said Venita, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
The woman took out her cigarette case and fumbled for a
cigarette, then snatched her dress from the floor.
Werner, put some clothes on and lets get out of here, she said.
No. Werner turned to Venita. Look, Venita, Ami is my sister.
Thats the biggest laugh of the year, remarked Ami. Ive been
here a couple of days, but Werner didnt know you were due back
today, otherwise you know the expression I would have flown!
Werner moved towards Venita.
Please, Venita, you must believe me. Werner turned and looked
at Ami. Get out.
Alright, Werner, but remember Venita, Werner belongs to me.
Were family. Ami winked at Werner, and left blowing him a kiss.
So, said Venita, as she closed the door, all the time Ive been
away, Ami has been staying here.

He was no longer the same Werner, his eyes grew bigger, the
eyelids moist, and his mouth formed two red bleeding folds.
Be quiet, he said in a changed voice. Why shouldnt I have
Ami here? If you believe her and not me, its your look out. I love
you, Venita, but if thats not enough, then Ill go.
With that he walked towards the door. Venita was afraid he was
going away from her forever.
Werner, I will believe you. I swear I believe everything you say
to me. I love you so much; you just dont understand how I feel
seeing you here, with that woman. A shadow of a smile appeared on
Werners face. Venita darling, come here. I shall never leave you.
Venita flung herself into Werners arms. Werner was trembling
with emotion, and started to stroke her hair.
Darling, I brought you a little black dress. With that, he brought
over a parcel and took a dress out. Venita tried it on the dress like an
excited child. Werner thought she looked like a film star; the dress
could even have been made for her. Venita was very pleased, the
dress was a magnificent cut, and the low-neck line was completed
with a black bow. The dress hugged Venitas slim waist.
Darling, lets go out to celebrate your homecoming, but first of
all I think I will settle for a whiskey with dry ginger.
Werner, if you dont mind I would prefer to stay at home. I have
some important things to say which cant wait, Venita looked at him,
smiling.
Alright, Venita, if you wish. He moved to the side-board, and
took out the glasses, some whiskey and dry ginger.
I didnt tell you about my secret hoard. He filled the glasses and
gave one to Venita. He drank his glass down in one gulp and filled it
again. She looked at him gravely.
Im not interested in what you are going to say. Please Venita,
Im no romantic. Life is too short.
Venita reached out a swift hand and put is across his lips.
Darling, Im expecting a baby. Its due in the summer.
Oh, my darling, I love you. Lets get married as soon as
possible.
Werner then leaned across the table. Would you like to go to a
tango club in Argentina called the Cano?

Venita smiled and said, Werner, you know the dance came from
the Argentinean cavalry during the Indian Wars. The haunting
Andean pipe music is from Salta-Jujuy.
Thanks for the history lesson, said Werner, laughing.
The air in the club was infectious. There were young dancers
dressed like ambitious bank clerks. Werner and Venita sat at the front.
The show started with a senior singer dressed in black, singing a very
passionate song. His dark South American looks made it even sadder.
Werner felt the stirrings of a great passion for Venita. The music grew
more and more passionate, with some of the dancers clicking their
heels and clapping. At that moment there was an explosion. Werner
was hauled into space. He could feel an intense heat around him, but
his thoughts were for Venita. He tried to move, but he felt something
on top of him. He lay there in the darkness for ages. There was just an
eerie silence!
Suddenly he could hear voices of several people. One of them had
a flash light.
Are you alright, Senor? the man said.
I think so, said Werner, his throat dry from the heat.
Can you move? asked the man.
Yes, but where is my friend? Where is she? He slowly got up
and with a sudden burst of vigour, shouted, Venita!
Werner took in the scene. There was carnage everywhere. Plaster
had fallen from the ceiling and chairs and tables were smashed. There
were with bodies everywhere.
Venita suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Im here, Werner.
A sign of relief escaped from Werners throat.
Oh my darling, I thought you were dead. Lets get out of here.
He took Venitas arm as they made their way to the entrance,
climbing over the debris. They were stopped by one of the Security
Police.
A loud voice from the entrance called for quiet. It was the
manager.
Im afraid there has been a terrorist attack here tonight. If you
saw anything out of the ordinary we would be grateful if you would
report it straight away. We would ask for your help also, because
some people are still trapped. But first we must clear the area. In no
time Werner and Venita were helping the wounded. Werner was
dragging huge chunks of plaster into the street.

After about an hour, the place was clear and the ambulance
arrived to take the dead and wounded to hospital. One of the singers
was shivering with shock. His wife had been found dead.
Come on, Venita, Im taking you home. He put his arm around
her shoulders. She was still in shock. She suddenly went very limp
and fainted. He picked her up and put her in a taxi. He carried her
upstairs to his flat and laid her down on the divan. He went to get
some brandy. As she was lying there, he looked at her face; she
looked so small that his heart was almost breaking. Suddenly her eyes
opened.
Werner, she said weakly. He laughed with joy.
My darling, are you feeling better?
Yes, much better, she sighed. He took her in his arms. Her lips
trembled as he kissed her. His whole body seemed to expand into a
widening glow of ecstasy and joy. When it was over they laid quietly
in each others arms. After a while Werner whispered into her hair.
Youre wonderful, Venita.
The next morning he awoke and threw open the windows. The
sky was a deep blue. Buenos Aires was now awake. He shut the
windows. Venita was still in a deep sleep. Werner looked at her and
remembered what had passed between them.
Venita, would you like a typical English breakfast prepared by
the famous chef Werner?
At that moment the telephone rang, Werner picked it up. It was
Franz, a member of the Odessa Organisation.
Kommandant Werner, you were seen at the Cana Club last night.
Apparently there was a terrorist attack. We believe that it was planted
by an extreme left group called The Black Hand. They also have
connections with Jewish extremists. We advise you not to go out for
about a week until things quieten down! Please go to the hotel, where
one of our people will be waiting for you. The line went dead. As he
put down the phone a worried look came across his face. Venita
noticed.
Whats the matter, Werner?
Well, darling, it seems as though I have to go away for a few
days.
Dont worry, darling, Im alright. I will go back home to my
parents, Venita replied, half smiling.


The following morning he went to the hotel, where a Nazi called
Siegfried was waiting for him, he had been head of the S.S. and police
in occupied Poland. His promotion to Brigadefuhrer in a
concentration camp in Poland, was waiting for him.
Siegfried took Werner to a room overlooking the back of the
hotel. He looked at Werner very severely.
Kommandant Werner, remember that we are the great survivors
of National Socialism. We must not be too soft or feeble. Indeed,
bronze plaques should be put up recording the fact that we had the
courage to carry through this great necessary work, he said.
Siegfried had a guilty secret. When he had been working at a
camp in Poland, he had fallen in love with a Jewish girl called Ruth.
She looked very Germanic, with blond hair and blue eyes. She had
been selected for the gas chambers, as she would not be parted from
her parents.
Their eyes locked when she walked past him. He walked over to
her and said,
You come with me. He took her outside, saying that she was
too young to die, that she looked very much like his sister and that he
wanted to protect her from this cruel fate. The girl started crying,
saying she wanted to be with her parents. Siegfried pointed to the
crematorium, saying that they were dead and she should save herself.
She started to scream hysterically, then fainted into Siegfrieds arms.
He picked her up and took her to his office.
When Ruth finally opened her eyes, Siegfried was there with
some brandy.
Leave me alone you S.S. pig, filthy killer of innocent people.
Dont touch me. Im leaving to join my parents.
He screamed at her, If you go through that door you will not live,
but die in the gas chamber, and then be put in a pit to burn. His eyes
were full of hatred. She started to cry again. He sat down beside her,
stroking her arm, and said,
Your parents are not dead; Ive saved them for you, because I
think I love you, he said tenderly.
I dont believe you," she said, staring anxiously at his face. He
grabbed her arm.
Come with me and I will show you. He took her to the
crematorium gardens and her parents were standing there. She fell
into their arms.

Siegfried then told them that he had found work for them in the
gardens of the camp. Ruth was overjoyed, saying to Siegfried that this
was the happiest day of her life.
They would disappear into Siegfrieds office and make love.
One day Hans, one of the kapos who was very jealous of Ruth,
noticed that she was missing most afternoons from the sorting area.
He also noticed that Brigadefuhrer Siegfried was always looking at
Ruth with a very tender expression. One day he decided to follow
them, and noticed that they went back to Brigadefuhrer Siegfrieds
office. One day he had a message for Brigadefuhrer and decided to
take it to his office. He knocked on the door, there was no answer, so
he pushed the door open. To his surprise the Brigadefuhrer was sitting
naked with an equally naked Ruth in his lap.
Siegfried screamed at the kapo.
Get out of here, or I will kill you. The kapo ran from the
building, feeling fear in his throat. Still trembling, he met a vicious
S.S. guard called Rudolf, who had a reputation for unbridled sadism,
in tree-hanging prisoners for fun.
Rudolf looked at Hans and demanded to know what he was doing
in the private part of the camp. Hans turned white with fear and
Rudolf took him to the punishment bunker, where he was badly
tortured, and later confessed to what he had seen in Brigadefuhrers
office. With that Rudolf went to the Kommandants office and told
him the details. The Kommandant was quite shocked and ordered the
arrest of the Brigadefuhrer. He said the Jewish slut should be shot.
Rudolf and his men surrounded the building where Siegfried and
Ruth were. Rudolf decided to use crowbars to break down the front
door. Siegfried was in the small bedroom with Ruth in his arms. They
were both shocked and Siegfried reached for his gun.
Well Brigadefuhrer, what a surprise, to find you with a Jewish
whore. You will be court-martialled for this, and no doubt sent to the
Russian Front.
Rudolf looked at Ruth.
Get dressed, you Jewish whore, and come with me. With that,
he pulled Ruth from the bed. Siegfried, who knew the man was a
sadist, was hit hard in the face.
Dont touch her, you piece of shit.
Rudolph laughed I dont want to get my hands dirty with that
Jewish whore.

Then four of the S.S. guards dragged Ruth from the room. She
was screaming in fear.
Rudolf and the other S.S. guards handcuffed Siegfried and took
him to the Kommandants office.
Ruth was taken to the punishment cell, and the next morning she
was led out to the courtyard by the crematorium. She was shot with a
small calibre gun through the back of the neck and her corpse was
taken to the crematorium and burnt.
Meanwhile, Siegfried was court-martialled and sent to the
Russian front. He also found out that it was kapo Jew Hans who had
ratted on him. He swore to seek revenge.
Siegfrieds mental problems started due to his behaviour during
the war. He had a drinking problem. It started in Russia when he led
his S.S. soldiers to a small town and raided the local shops taking
vodka. The most unspeakable atrocity he committed there was the
herding of about seven hundred Jews into a wooden synagogue. They
were forced into the synagogue with rifle butts and kicks. One brave
Jewish man hit one of the S.S. officers and was beaten to death. Many
of the hapless victims were singing and praying to God for mercy.
When Siegfried fell asleep that night after the drinking, he had a
terrible nightmare. In it the Angel of Death appeared and took him to
a pit full of bodies. The bodies started to move, and came towards
him. They were covered in blood. He was so terrified that he woke up
in a cold sweat. His shouting woke up Werner, who came into his
room and looked at him saying, Whats wrong Siegfried, you look
terrible. Siegfried rubbed his eyes and said that it was nothing. He
reached for his bottle of whiskey, hidden under the bedclothes.



Chapter 5
Argentina 1952

Werner saw Siegfried as a very weak person who should be kept in a
mental hospital. His psyche was such that he felt contempt for his
grandmothers people and felt that they went to their death like lambs
to the slaughter. He did not think they had put up enough resistance
against the Nazis, and deserved to die. He never stopped to think that
these hapless Jews of all ages couldnt see the evil being visited on
them, and also the full weight of the S.S. brigade of murderers and
civilians on their back. He admired Hitler and the way in which he
built up Germany after the First World War, giving the people work
and their respect after the terrible Treaty of Versailles.
The only thing which gave him sleepless nights was the fact that
he could be caught, like others, taken to Israel and hung by the neck
until he was dead. The Odessa Organisation, headed by an Austrian
bishop, would keep him safe. He had given them a lot of Jewish gold
in the past, which he had stolen from his victims.
He never forgot the welcome he had from Bishop Hudal, who
came into the room where he was staying, and took both his hands.
You must be Werner. Ive been expecting you and have arranged
accommodation for you in Austria in the monastery.
Bishop Hudal had even made a secret deal with the Italian police,
whereby wanted Nazis were not arrested, but taken to churches and
monasteries nominated by the Bishop.
Adolf Eichmann, a nasty sadist, said,
I recalled with deepest gratitude the help I received from the
Catholic priests when escaping from Europe and decided to pay
tribute to the Catholic faith by becoming an honorary member of it.
The notorious Eichmann had no compassion for any Jews. The
death march, where nearly 80,000 Jews including women and children
were forced to march west from Budapest in the direction of Austria,
had been his idea. Those who survived that appalling journey
eventually ended up in camps such as Mauthausen and Dachau
Prisoners were beaten out of the camp, clad in thin clothes that
offered wholly inadequate protection against the bitter autumn winds
and were assembled on the road to begin the march.

The march was at the insistence of Eichmann in the autumn of
1944. It was unbridled sadism to innocent people, whose only crime
was being Jewish.
Werner looked out of the window. As Siegfried was talking, he
was thinking about Venita. He was very emotionally attached to her,
and it was difficult to think that he would not see her for a week.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Siegfried opened it to, a
very pale woman with a German accent. She said that the Jewish Nazi
hunter was in Buenos Aires and had caught Krammer, and was
looking for other Nazi criminals. She, the evil Else, had taken
pleasure in beatings, hangings, and other sadistic pleasures. She was
now shaking with fear, and like most cowards, she screamed at
Siegfried to do something.
Siegfried looked at her with disgust. You perverted whore, he
hissed. I know what you did in the camp with male prisoners.
Afterwards you made lampshades of them! With that, he picked up a
lampshade and hit her full in the face. The blow knocked her to the
ground, where she lay making moaning sounds.
Thats something which I always wanted to do to her. With that
he shot her in the head. He wiped the blood from his hand and left the
room, singing a typical Nazi song. Werner knew that Siegfried was
quite, and a danger to everybody, and decided to kill him, whilst he
was in a drunken stupor that night.

After a week Werner left the hotel and returned to his apartment,
where Venita was waiting for him in a sheer black nightdress.
She took his hand and pulled him down beside her on the bed. He
started to remove the clothing from her shoulders,. She clung to him
and he felt her nails in the back of his neck. He had to see the
splendour of her tanned body again. Feverishly he tore off the rest of
her clothes and he laid her back on the bed. She uttered a moan. He
half knelt on the bed admiring her.
Take me now, Werner, she urged.
After they made love Werner turned over on his side. Venita
whispered,
Darling, I love you, Werner turned over and kissed her between
the shoulder blades.
They made plans to marry by special licence that week. Werner
told Venita not to say anything to her parents.

After the marriage Venita decided to tell her parents. She felt
guilty because her mother had so wanted her to have a white wedding
with all the family present. She phoned them and they invited her to
dinner that evening.
As she knocked on the door, it was opened by a tall man-servant.
Are my mother and father in? said Venita.
Yes, they are in the living room. She went into a large spacious
room. The room was decorated in a modern way. Large curtains and
French windows gave the room an airy atmosphere.
When Venita arrived, her parents were waiting for her. Her
mother gave her a very withering look. Where have you been?
Its alright, mother, I was with a friend. We were at the Cano
Club when there was an explosion-
Before she could finish the words, her mother spluttered,
You were with that German. There was a heavy silence. It was
the clearest possible indication of her guilt. Venita went to walk out of
the room.
With that awful German, sneered her mother.
Shut up mother! Its my life! Besides, Im married to him. We
got married last week.
Her parents were quite shocked at the news. Whilst you are in
the house, young lady, you will show some respect for our feelings,
said her father. With that Venita ran from the room.

Werner stayed in his flat for about a week. The Organisation was
very concerned because they didnt want any more publicity after
Krammer had been spotted and attempts were made to abduct him.
The abduction was successful and he ended up in Israel, hanged for
his crimes.
He decided that he would contact Venita again. He took her to the
National Museum of Fine Arts, which had thirty-four rooms of
European Masters.
As they were looking at a painting by one of the Dutch Masters,
Werner started talking about his time in Vienna as a young painter. He
said that he had met Hitler and that he was a good painter of
watercolours.
What was he like as a person? said Venita.
Werners eyes shone as he spoke.

He was the most fascinating man I have ever known. He had
great vision for the future.
But why did he hate the Jews so much? All those people were
sent to the gas chambers because of their race. I dont understand why
he was so anti-Semitic.
With a sneer Werner retorted, The Jews are to blame for
everything.
Venita turned to look at him. If you believe that sort of nonsense,
youre a fool.
The reaction from Werner was unexpected; he grabbed her arm.
His words were full of hatred.
Shut up! I dont want to talk about this again. Venita stared at
him. His face was suffused with anger and his eyes were feverish.
I think I should go home, she said quietly.
Please forgive me. Its just that Im not feeling very well.
Talking about the war brings back terrible memories for me.
Venita hesitated and looked at his face, which now wore an
expression of sadness.
Oh, alright, she said blithely. Lets forget about it.
Would you like to go to the San Martin restaurant? They serve
the most delicious tenderloin scallops cooked in Martini sauce. With
that Werner took Venitas arm and led her into the street. At a flower
stall he brought her a bunch of roses. They were once more the lovers!
That night they made love again and Venita knew that she loved
Werner. As she lay in the darkness, listening to his heavy breathing,
she thought how her life had changed since Werner came into it. She
would have done anything for him.



Chapter 6


Werner watched as Ben mixed them all a large whiskey and soda. Ben
was still a good looking man for his age; his high cheekbones gave
strength to his face.
How is being married to Venita? he said to Werner in a
lukewarm voice.
Very good. It gets better every day, Werner said as he took
Venitas hand in his.
Ben opened a bottle of champagne, and gave them all a glass. I
think congratulations are in order.
Yes, said Venitas mother. We are looking forward to being
grandparents. She glanced at Werner and gave him a surreptitious
smile.

At first Werner was very happy with Venita, but after a while he
started to grow tired of her. He often came home drunk and invited all
his Nazi friends around to the flat. Venita hated this and they
quarrelled violently about it.
Werner started to go out more often and leave Venita by herself.
Every Wednesday night, Venita would visit her parents. One day
she had a headache so she decided to leave early. Werner she knew
was going to be out.
When she reached the house she was surprised to see lights on in
the bedroom.
She tiptoed and inside, she heard voices, one was Werners and
the other belonged to a woman. She opened the door and to her
surprise the room was in uproar with clothes were thrown everywhere.
Werner stood in the centre of the room dressed as a Nazi and with
a whip in his hand. The woman was naked and kneeling at his feet.
Her thighs were covered in red welts. Venita let out a cry and ran out
of the room and out of the house. She went straight to her parents
house.

Her parents were very upset. Ben, her father decided to do some
investigations about Werner. = When he was in London he contacted

his old friend Jack Saunders, who had been in intelligence with him in
the war.
He phoned Jack and they decided to meet for lunch at the Savoy
Hotel.
As Ben entered the Savoy, he saw Jack at the bar. He still looked
the same, but his hair was a little greyer.
He walked over.
Jack, its good to see you again. How are things?
Jack Saunders clasped Bens hand and shook it very hard.
Its been so long, said Ben, Lets go and eat and talk about old
times.
They made their way to the Savoy Grill. What will you have to
eat, Jack? Dont worry about the cost; the firm is paying for it.
Ill just start with the Dover Sole. I have to watch what I eat
now, because of my ulcer.
After talking about the old days, Jack looked hard at Ben..
Now Ben, to what do I owe the honour for your visit, being that
we havent seen each other for about five years? he said.
Its to do with my daughter, Venita. She got married to a
German, who has Im sure a past. I can smell a rat. He also has neo-
Nazi friends.
Ben pulled back from the table and crossed his legs.
What did he do in the last war? demanded Jack as he glanced at
Ben.
He says that he was at the Russian front and taken prisoner, but
escaped from a working party.
What Ill do, Ben, is get our chaps in the West German Office to
investigate. Have you got a photograph of him at all?
Ben produced a faded snapshot of Werner.
Do you know, Ben, this face is quite familiar. It looks very much
like one of the S.S. concentration camp hierarchy. He was presumed
dead, killed by the Russians, but the Jewish Organisations dont think
so. They believe that he is living in Latin-America with about several
hundreds more wanted war criminals, including Mengele and
Bormann.
I would be most grateful if you can find any information on
him.
Jack walked slowly back to his office. It was a beautiful spring
day, so Jack decided to walk across the park.

Suddenly an idea hit him. He would go to the record department
in the War Office.
In the Archives of the War Office there were rows of files
concerning the last war, which were stacked in files marked Top
Priority. They were in alphabetical order with the names of all the
Nazi hierarchy. He looked under Werner, and came across a file
devoted to him.
He took the photograph from his pocket. The one in the files was
exactly the same, the same pasty pallor and piercing blue eyes. This
was the notorious camp commandant of the Rosenwitz concentration
camp. He electrotax some of the material and decided to contact Ben
as soon as possible.
They met that night at Bens hotel in the Strand. Jack handed him
the electrotax copies of Werner. Ben flipped through them, his face
becoming quite grey.
I cant believe this notorious Nazi sadist is married to my
daughter. What should I do, Jack? Expose him to the authorities? If I
do that Venita will never forgive me.
Ben sat down on the chair; his hands went around his head. Jack
stood up and went across to the window.
Also, Venita is on the verge of a nervous break-down.
This would be too much for her to bear, said Ben anxiously.
The only thing you could do, Ben, is to confront him with the
truth and hope that he will decide to leave Argentina for ever.
Thanks, Jack for your help in this matter. I shall always
remember this.
Ben got up very early the next morning and booked his flight back
to Argentina. He phoned his wife Eva to let her know that he was
coming.
When he arrived at the Airport his wife was waiting for him, Did
you have a good time in London with Jack Saunders, darling?
I did., my darling, said Ben, sucking heavily on his pipe.
Eva drove them back to their bungalow. The heat was terrific and
Ben could smell the jasmine in the garden.
Well, darling, tell me all the news, so far? Eva said, as she
made them a cup of tea.
Lets go out on the patio and have tea there.

Eva took the tray outside and placed it on the white garden table.
It was very quiet with just a light breeze. Ben took hold of Evas hand
and said,
Darling, I have some very disturbing news for you. Its about
Werner. he is the notorious Otto Werner of Rosenwitz concentration
camp. Evas mouth dropped open.
It cant be true; Werner is a translator not a war criminal.
Im sorry my dear, but that is the truth, I have documentation
proving the fact. Eva put on her glasses and started to read the
evidence.
This is really terrible, said Eva. He was a monster. It says that
he took it upon himself to stand at the door to the gas chambers and
drive them in. A witness who worked at the crematorium as a slave
labourer, says that on one occasion, a woman was hiding a small child
in her coat, and he took the child and smashed its head against the
wall, and shot the distraught mother dead.
I have read the report, said Ben, sucking heavily on his pipe,
but that is not the worst of it. He was in charge of a unit called the
Einsatzkommando. A bunch of sadists and criminals who gathered
together 4,500 Jews and killed them all. One witness, who survived
by pretending to be dead, said that Werner was eating a sandwich
wrapped in wax paper lest his blood-stained hands got greasy and
also enjoying a cigarette, all the while performing his fiendish work
without interruption!
Ben sucked in air, looked anxiously at Eva and said,
We must tell her. This man is a murderer, and she could be in
danger from him!
Yes, said Eva, I shall contact her as soon as possible and hope
that she sees sense and leaves him right away.
Ben leaned over to Eva.
Im going to confront him with this evidence and hope that he
will decide to disappear from Venitas life for ever.
Poor Venita, this will be terrible for her, said Eva anxiously. It
will be for the best for her in the long run. Ill phone Werner now and
say that we want to meet him urgently, this evening.
Werner arrived two hours later. Ben showed him into the dining
room.
Kommandant Werner of Rosenwitz concentration camp, I
presume!

Werner looked at Ben with fear in his eyes. Werner then made
every effort to compose himself. You mentioned the Kommandant
Werner?
Yes, I did, and you are that man, said Ben, glaring at him.
Werner was pensive for a moment, working out the possible
repercussions of this evidence.
I dont know who you are talking about, sneered Werner.
Ben gave him the evidence and also a faded photograph of
himself in uniform when he was young.
This is you, the same person in the photograph, dont lie about
it.
Werner slumped down in the chair, as he looked at the evidence.
His hands shook.
What do you want me to do? said Werner, with fear in his
voice.
Ben looked at Werner.
I want you to leave the country as soon as possible and never
contact Venita again.
Bens eyes had a feverish look in them as he said this. Werner,
who was quite pale, gripped hold of the chair.
What happens if I dont?
I shall have no alternative but to report you to the authorities and
also the Jewish Council for war crimes.
Werner got up from the chair. Very well. I will do as you say.
That same night, Werner phoned a special number. He could hear
the phone ringing when suddenly, he heard a voice. Three-six-two-
four, this is the residence of Heniz Weir.
Could I please speak to Senor Heniz Weir, immediately? It is
very urgent?
One moment, sir, I will fetch him.
Werner waited patiently until he heard Heinz Weirs voice.
Heinz, there is a problem with my wifes family, name of
Heywood. I wish you to deal with them now, they know too much.
It will be done as you wish, urgently, but what about your wife?
I shall deal with her myself.
There was a few minutes silence from Heniz Weir.
It will be done as you wish, urgently.
Make sure that it looks like an accident, said Werner firmly.
No problem. With that the line went dead.

Every month Ben attended meetings with the Ministry of
Agriculture. It was a difficult time in Argentinas history, because of
the warring factions between right and left. The meeting that week
was attended by about thirty people, most of them were just working
men, but in very high positions in the Government.
Suddenly there was a loud explosion and the door was opened. In
the doorway stood five masked men with machine-guns. They started
firing and shot after shot hit the bewildered assembly. Ben was hit
straight away in the head and chest. His wife was killed instantly, as
were the other members of the group. It was a massacre of innocent
people. The police were called immediately, and the blame was put on
the extreme left and trade unionists.
President Peron , in order to restore law and order, decided to call
a curfew and arrested all of the trade unionists and the members of the
extreme left.
Venita decided to confront Werner about his Nazi past. As she
entered the flat Werner was sitting in the arm chair and drinking he
looked at her and said,
Have you heard the news about your father and mother, they
were killed in an explosion this evening?
Venita looked at him anxiously, and her lower lip quivered.
No, it cant be true. She started to sob noisily.
Werner walked across the room and moved closer to study his
wifes face.
Youre a whore, he hissed. You dirty bitch, and your dirty
family of liberal whites.
Venita looked at the brooding hard face of her husband with
whom she had once been so in love and felt nothing but anger and
hurt.
How dare you speak of my family in that way? Youre a
murderer and a liar, and once also the Kommandant of a concentration
camp in Germany! She spat the words at him Werner, tall and
menacing, hissed the words at her.
Yes it is true, what are you going to do about it?
I shall go to the authorities and Im leaving you now.
With that she walked out of the room. Werner hurried after her,
but she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

Come here, you bitch. Do you want to know the truth,? I was a
Kommandant, and I killed lots of men, women and children, because
they were swine and, he hissed dirty bitches like you.
Venita pointed the knife at him get away from me, you evil
bastard.
As he pointed his finger at her, and with a swift movement she cut
his hand.
He quickly grabbed the knife, raised his hand and brought the
knife down with such speed, that it ripped her chest open. He started
to laugh in a manic fashion, and wiped his hands with a cloth.
At that moment, the telephone started to ring. He quickly threw a
blanket over the body. He packed a small suitcase and quickly left the
house. There was a telephone box on the corner and again he phoned
the Organisation and was given a rendezvous at a hotel called the
Hotel du Plax.



Chapter 7


Jack sanders was already in Argentina after hearing about the murder
of Venitas parents and for their funeral. He decided to ring her
number at the house, and there receiving no answer, Jack became very
concerned about Venitas safety and the danger she was in with
Werner.
It took him some time to get to the house and he quickly ran
inside the door to the flat which was open. An astonishing site beheld
him. Venita was lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood. Jack
gasped,
Venita, please, Venita, dont be dead. He knelt down beside her
and lovingly cradled her face in his hands. There was no sign of life.
Just then there was a ring on the bell. Jack, in his anguish didnt
notice that there was a policeman standing over him.
Shes dead sir, you better leave her whilst I telephone the
station.
My God, this is awful, who did this? asked Jack as he slumped
down in a chair, but knowing that it would definitely be Werner.
What are you doing here? he demanded, glaring at the policeman.
The young policeman looked at him.
We had a call from someone saying there was a dead body in the
flat. Im afraid, sir that I must ask you to come with me to the
station. Jacks face had gone quite grey.
The policeman took Jacks arm and led him out to the car, where
he radioed the local station.
When Jack arrived at the headquarters for security, he was taken
into a small room for several hours where he painstakingly went
through his evidence. He was questioned by the Argentinas Chief of
Police, Signor Pedro.
It was during this session that he felt he was being forced to give a
confession.
Signor Pedro repeated the same questions over and over again.
Jack repeated that he had not murdered Venita.

Also, a male witness, a friend of the Nazi Heniz came forward,
saying that he saw someone of your description running from the
house. Also, we have your finger prints on the knife.
Jack looked dazed. I swear I never murdered Venita. She was a
great friend of mine. This is all a terrible mistake.
The security police led him to a small cell with just a bed and
toilet. The cell was painted in a dark grey colour with various names
written on the wall. It was also very hot. Jack sat down on the bed,
and after hours of questioning and exhausting nervous strain, he was
asleep in no time.
In the morning he was awakened by the banging of cell doors, and
a guard appeared, bringing a tray of coffee, and a very hot roll. Jack
smiled at the guard, and the guard said that a barrister had been
appointed to represent him and that he would take him to him.
He is a clever man. His name is Jesus Noir, he said with a
smile.
The knife from Venitas flat was rushed to Professor Girards
Laboratory for more testing. A police inspector took the witness to the
station where he was interviewed for the prosecution service in
Argentina. Jesus Noir was of medium build and had a reputation for
getting his clients off.
In the identity parade the witness picked out Jack. He was
handcuffed and taken into custody at the security headquarters.