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with the blanket again. 'I have a previous engagement tomorrow. The family of the Contessa di Bellona wish me to fetch her body from the women's prison in Palermo. A matter of some delicacy.' 'Understandably,' Koenig said. 'In the circumstances, I had intended taking another corpse down to Agrigento tonight. See, in here.' He moved to the door of the preparation room, opened it and led the way in, holding the lamp high so that Koenig could see the corpse of the old man. In the darkness of the rear cupboard, Carter slumped against Rosa and her arms tightened about him. 'I could take Sergeant Schafer at the same Barbera said. 'Of course, I would need a pass, Major, j presume your men will be active on all roads tonight.' He followed Koenig out and Carter waited there in the dark, the pain in his lung like a living thing. God, he thought, perhaps I'm dying. He clutched desperately at the girl as if she was life itself, conscious of the softness of her flesh, her breasts tight against him. He groaned, struggling to control the pain, and she fastened her mouth over his as if to hold the sound in, her tongue working furiously. In spite of the agony, his flesh reacted to her practised hands. After a while she opened the door cautiously and led him out. Carter propped himself against one of tEe tables, aware of the sound of vehicles driving away down there in the courtyard. 'What were you trying to do, kill me or cure me?' he croaked. She wiped sweat from his face with one of Barbera's towels. 'We have a saying, Colonel. There is the big depth and then there is the small death which may be repeated many times. Which would you prefer?' He stared down into that old-young face, but before he could reply Barbera came back, holding a piece of paper. 'Signed by Major Koenig himself. Good for any road block between here and Agrigento. With luck, you should make that submarine after all.' 'How?' Carter said. 'I wouldn't dream of having a hearse without a hidden compartment. Comes in handy. Of course, you'll be lying flat on your back with two corpses in coffins just inches above your nose, but I can guarantee you won't smell a thing.' He grinned. 'Stick with me, old buddy and you'll live for ever.' The TU52 which flew in from Rome with Field Marshal Albert Kesselring landed at the Luftwaffe base at Punta Raisi outside Palermo just after nine in the morning. An hour later, he was at German Army headquarters in the old Benedictine Monastery near Monte Pellegrino, drinking coffee in the office of Major General Karl Walther who was temporarily in command. 'Beautiful,' Kesselring said, indicating the view. 'Quite remarkable, and so is the coffee.' 'Yemeni mocha.' Walther poured him another cup. 'We still manage some of the finer things in life here.' 'We had some difficulty driving through the town. There seemed to be religious processions everywhere.' 'Some sort of holy week. They hold them all the time. Everything grinds to a halt. They're a very religious people.' 'So it would appear,' Kesselring said. 'When one of the processions passed us I noticed a rather unusual feature. The Image of the Virgin they were carrying had a knife through its heart.' 'Typically Sicilian,' Walther replied. 'The cult of death everywhere.' Kesselring put down his cup. 'All right, what have I got?' 'There are eight this morning. All Iron Crosses. First Class, except for the two in whom the Field Marshal has a special interest.' 'Let's take a look.' 31 Walther opened the door and ushered him out onto a stone-flagged terrace, an ironwork grille between the pillars. Below in the courtyard eight men were drawn up 'Koenig on the far end,' Herr Field Marshal Walther said. 'The man next to him is Sturmscharfuhrer Brandt.' 'Who receives the Knight's Cross?' 'The third occasion that Koenig has put him forward.' 'So,' Kesselring nodded. 'Then let's get on with it.' Major Max Koenig was twenty-six and looked ten years older. He had seen action in Poland, France and Holland and