bottle between them. âIâm afraid we donât have another cup.â
âNo, no. Iâm not allowed anyway. No alcohol.â
âI heard you were in hospitalâ¦â
âIn, out, in, out.â Liebermann shrugged, and turned his weary brown eyes on Beynon. âI had a very crazy phone call,â he said. âA few weeks ago. Middle of the night. This boy from the States, from Illinoise, calls me from São Paulo. He has a tape of Mengele. You know who Mengele is, donât you?â
âOne of your wanted Nazis, isnât he?â
âOne of everybodyâs,â Liebermann said, ânot only mine. The German government still offers sixty thousand marks for him. He was the chief doctor at Auschwitz. âThe Angel of Death,â he was called. Two degrees, an M.D. and a Ph.D., and he did thousands of experiments on children , twins, trying to make good Aryans, to change brown eyes into blue eyes with chemicals, through the genes. A man with two degrees! He killed them: thousands of twins from all over Europe, Jewish and non-Jewish. Itâs all in my book.â
Beynon picked up half his egg-salad sandwich and bit into it determinedly.
âHe went home to Germany after the war,â Liebermann went on. âHis family is rich there, in Günzburg; farm machinery. But his name began to come up in the trials, so ODESSA got him out and into South America. We found him there and chased him from city to city: Buenos Aires, Bariloche, Asunción. Since â59 he lives in the jungle, in a settlement by a river on the Brazil and Paraguay border. He has an army of bodyguards, and Paraguayan citizenship, so he canât be extradited. But he has to lay low anyway because groups of young Jews down there still try to get him. Some of them are found floating down the river, the Paraná, with their throats cut.â
Liebermann paused. Freya tapped Beynonâs arm and asked for the wine; he passed the bottle to her.
âSo the boy has a tape,â Liebermann said, looking straight ahead, his hands on his knees. âMengele in a restaurant sending out former SS men to Germany, England, Scandinavia, and the States. To kill a bunch of sixty-five-year-old men.â He turned and smiled at Beynon. âCrazy, yes? And itâs a very important operation. The Kameradenwerk is involved too, not only Mengele. The Comrades Organization, that keeps them safe and with jobs down there. Do you like the apples, as they say?â
Beynon blinked at him and smiled. âNo, Iâm afraid I donât,â he said. âDid you actually hear this tape?â
Liebermann shook his head. âNo. Just when heâs ready to play it for me, thereâs a knock at the door, his door, and he goes to answer it. Bumping and thumping, and a little later the phone is hung up.â
âPerfect timing,â Beynon said. âIt smells rather like a hoax, donât you think? Who is he?â
Liebermann shrugged. âA boy who heard me speak two years ago, at his university, Princeton. He came to me in August and said he wanted to work for me. Do I need new workers? Iâm only using a handful of the old ones. You know, Iâm assuming, that all my money, all the Centerâs money, was in the Allgemeine Wirtschaftsbank.â
Beynon nodded.
âThe Center is in my apartment nowâall the files, a few desks, and me and my bed. The ceiling downstairs is cracking. The landlord sues me. The only new workers I need are fund-raisers, which isnât the boyâs field of interest. So he went down to São Paulo, his own boss.â
âNot exactly someone Iâd put much faith in.â
âThatâs just what I think while he talks to me. And he doesnât have all his facts right either. One of the SS men is named Mundt, he says, and he knows about this Mundt from my book . Now, in my book I know thereâs no Mundt. I never heard of a Mundt. So
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