The Honor of Spies

He had spent the last fifteen minutes--he had estimated that it should take Inge no longer than thirty minutes from the time Forster had left the casino to get there from her home; wherever it was, it wasn't far--considering the very real possibility that she wasn't going to come at all. That as soon as she got her orders from Forster and he left, she had departed for parts unknown with whatever confidential special fund cash von Tresmarck had left behind when he went to Paraguay--if he actually had gone to Paraguay. And considering his options if that indeed proved to be the case.

He was obviously going to have to find the both of them, recover as much--if anything--as he could of the money they had stolen, and then eliminate the both of them.

And he had no idea how to do either. And no one to help him to do it.

That had caused him to first think that Anton von Gradny-Sawz would be absolutely useless in tracking them down, and then that the money he had promised Der Grosse Weinerwurst to buy them refuge wasn't going to be available.

And he had of course thought of Inge.

Put those thoughts from your mind.

What you have to do now is think about staying alive.

He walked quickly to the door and pulled it open.

"Guten abend," Inge von Tresmarck said.

She was wearing a skirt and a simple white cotton blouse through which he could see her brassiere.

She's better-looking than I remembered.

He took a step backward and coldly motioned her into the room. Then he pointed to a small couch.

She walked to it, sat down, crossed her legs, and looked at him.

"What is your husband doing in Paraguay?" he demanded.

"I didn't have any idea you were here, or were even coming," she said.

"Answer the question, Frau von Tresmarck."

She didn't immediately reply.

She's making up her mind what to say.

He walked to her and slapped her face.

"Answer my question!"

She put her hand on her cheek and looked at him with terror in her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I have no choice but to put my life in your hands," she said softly and more than a little dramatically.

She rehearsed that line! Gottverdammt Hure thinks she can play me the way she played those fools in the Hotel Am Zoo!

He slapped her again, this time in genuine anger.

"Your life has been in my hands since I sent you over here," he said. "What is he doing in Paraguay?"

"May I try to explain?" she said. "Please."

He glowered at her, then nodded.

"Make it quick," he said coldly.

"Herr Brigadefuhrer," she said, looking up at him, "I know about the confidential special fund."

What the hell does she mean by that? Of course she knows about that.

But, my God, she's not supposed to know anything about it! I made it very clear to that degenerate husband of hers that he was to tell her nothing about it; that if I ever learned she knew anything about it, he wouldn't live long enough to be transported to Sachsenhausen.

"You know about what?" he asked icily.

"The confidential special fund."

"Your husband told you something about--what did you say?--a 'confi dential fund'?"

"He didn't tell me. I found out."

"You found out what?"

Why is she looking at my stomach?

My God, I have an erection! That's what she's looking at!

"Everything," she said. "I knew he was doing more than his work for Operation Phoenix, and I wanted to know what."

"And?"

"And I found out. Everything."

He didn't reply immediately.

"That happens to me, too," she said softly.

"What?"

"When you slap me, it excites me, too."

She raised her hand and ran the tips of her fingers along his penis.

"Tell me," she said in an excited whisper.

"Tell you what?"

"Order me,"

Inge said huskily. "Order me to take it in my mouth."

When he had recovered his breath, von Deitzberg turned his head and looked at Inge. Her blouse was open and her brassiere had been pushed off her breasts. Her skirt had been raised over her hips.

God alone knows what happened to her underpants!

And then he remembered tearing them off.

He looked down and saw that his underpants and his trousers were around his ankles. He was still wearing his shoes.

He felt an urge to giggle.

"I have an idea," he said. "Why don't we take our clothes off the next time?"

She chuckled and smiled at him, and raised her hand to touch his cheek.

"Fine with me," she said.