One of Audley's contacts was Theodore Freisler. Outwardly the archetypal German of the twentieth century world wars, hard-faced and bullet-headed. But within the Teutonic disguise lived an Old 19th century literal whose spiritual home was on the barricades of 1848.
Audley said "Theodore, I'm glad to have caught you. I'm always expecting to find you've gone back to Germany."
"One day, David, one day. But until that day I shall make my personal War reparations by letting your Chancellor have most of my royalties. That is justice, eh?" Their friendship had started years before when Theodore, no Nazi-lover, had volunteered the information which had set the Israeli propaganda on the German experts in Egypt in its proper perspective. Since then he had been Audley's private ear in West Germany on Arab-Israeli policies. "I am at your service, Dr. Audley." The formality marked the transition from banter to business.
" Theodore, I've got a riddle for you: what is it that was of great value to the Russians in 1945, was attractive enough for a private individual to steal, and is still of interest to the Russians today?" There was a short silence at the other end of the line.
"Is this a riddle with an answer?"
"If it is I haven't got it."
"Do you have any clues?"
"It came out of Berlin in the summer of 1945, possibly in seven wooden boxes, each about the size of that coffee table of yours, Theodore. Roughly, anyway."
"You don't want much do you? In 1945 there were a great many things of value to be had in Berlin, and the Russians took most of them..."
"You can't think of anything?"
"Give me time, Dr. Audley, give me time!..."