A Short Story by B. B. Wright
An Inspector Alexander Collier Mystery
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Wish Me Luck
“Whatever I tell you must remain between you and me. Do you understand? No one else must know.”
Collier slowly acknowledged his understanding with the nod of his head.
Satisfied, Captain Hall regained her seat and made herself comfortable before continuing. “A little back history is needed first. In 1933, members of the Social Democratic Party (SPD) in the Reichstag voted against the Enabling Act which gave Hitler unlimited constitutional power. The result of the SPD’s action was that the Nazis forced them to disband and to flee into exile but not before they established a very sophisticated underground organization to oppose the Nazi regime called Roter Stosstrupp. Your son, his fiancé and some of her family members were being hidden by them. This was verified with the SPD located in Paris.”
“Were?” Collier interjected.
“Word has come back to us that recent widespread arrests by the Gestapo had forced Roter Stosstrupp to pass your son and his entourage over to the remnant of another group known as Neu Beginnen for safe keeping.”
She sighed deeply before continuing. “Unfortunately, most of the active members of this group have already been arrested. So, needless to say, time is of the essence before the Gestapo completely shuts them down.”
A knock at the door diverted their attention as Sergeant Snowden entered carrying a tray with a steaming mug of coffee and the necessary prerequisites of sugar, cream and spoons. Apologizing for the interruption, he brought the tray directly to Captain Hall and after she helped herself he placed the tray on the side table under the window, apologized again for the interruption and promptly left.
“Damn good coffee! Double thumbs up to your Sergeant.”
Collier stood up and walked over to the window and looked out.
“So how do you hope to extract them?”
“After the wide-spread pogroms of Kristallnacht, Chamberlain’s government worked out a deal with Germany in favor of allowing unaccompanied Jewish children to enter Britain as refugees. Parliament recently passed support. It doesn’t affect your son and his fiancé who are protected by their British passports but it does affect the children with them.”
“And the elders and parents they have with them, how does it affect them?”
“Only the children will be allowed to leave.”
Collier turned away from the window to face her with a solemn look.
“How do you fit into all of this?” he asked.
She looked at him for what Collier thought was a long silence before answering him.
“I’m part of the delegation traveling to Germany. The delegation is tasked with saving as many of these children as it can. This window of opportunity is brief and closing fast. My hope is that you will see your son, his fiancé and the children they have in their company early in the New Year.”
Tears swelled up in his eyes as he said: “Christmas gift…best Christmas gift ever.”
She finished her coffee and stood up and approached him. Her demeanor had softened slightly but her well-trained intelligence shot through like arrows as she scrutinized him.
“When I leave your office, Inspector, under no conditions are you to contact anyone about what we have spoken about. Lives will depend on your silence. For all intents and purposes, I do not exist once I walk out your door. The hard part will be harboring our secret while you’re waiting. I don’t envy you that. Even when your son returns home, you must continue to remain silent.”
“Not to worry.” Pinching his thumb and forefinger together he drew it across his lips and said. “Captain, my lips are sealed.”
“Okay now, we need to come up with a foolproof story as to why I was here if anyone should ask and I need to know everything about your son, especially the things that only he would know. I think you know why I need this?”
Collier reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet; inside was a picture of his son. Hesitating briefly, he reluctantly handed it to her. “Keep him safe.” He felt a chill ripple up his spine when he remembered that those words were the exact same words his mother had said to him when he and his brother went off to war. It became a promise made that he was unable to keep. Along with the photo, he knew the words he was about to share with Captain Hall would act as his son’s passwords; they would ensure the validity of his identification and the safe return home for all with him.
For the next hour the two of them sat opposite each other at his desk while they worked out the reason for her visit and he told his son’s story.
When all was said that could be said and she stood at the door to leave, she turned and asked: “Wish me luck?”
Collier was too choked up with emotion to reply.