When Peter heard the door close, he walked to the nearest toilet and just managed to get to his knees in front of the water closet before he threw up.
[THREE]
The Office of the Ambassador
The Embassy of the German Reich
Avenue Córdoba
Buenos Aires
0950 21 June 1943
“Korvettenkapitän Boltitz is here, Excellency,” Fräulein Ingebord Hassell announced.
“Ask him to come in, please,” von Lutzenberger said. “And please do not disturb us.”
“Jawohl, Excellency,” she said, and pulled the door fully open until there was room for Boltitz to pass her.
“Good morning, Karl,” von Lutzenberger said. “There’s something I want to show you. It’s in my personal safe. Why don’t you have a seat?”
“Thank you, Excellency.”
Von Lutzenberger disappeared from view.
His safe is apparently either under his desk or low on the wall.
Von Lutzenberger reappeared, holding two envelopes in his hand. “You look like you had a bad night, Boltitz, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“I didn’t get much sleep, Excellency,” Boltitz admitted.
“These came on the same plane you did,” von Lutzenberger said. “They are addressed to you, but I’m familiar with their contents.”
He handed him the two envelopes. One bore his name in handwriting, and Karl opened that one first, because he recognized his father’s handwriting. It was a very simple note.
* * *
Berlin
22 May 1943
My Dear Karl:
As you embark on your new assignment I must tell you that I take great pride in knowing that you will faithfully execute without question whatever orders you receive from Admiral Canaris.
May God give you strength in this time of great challenges to Germany. I will pray for you.
With much love,
Father.
* * *
Boltitz glanced up at von Lutzenberger, who was looking at him. He opened the second envelope.
* * *
Oberkommando der Wehrmacht