End of Spies Cover Title Page Characters Principal characters: Other characters: Prologue Lincoln, England, September 1945 Chapter 1 London and Dijon, France, November 1943 Chapter 2 Nazi-Occupied Netherlands, May 1944 Chapter 3 Germany, March 1945 Chapter 4 Germany, July 1945 Chapter 5 Munich, August 1945 Chapter 6 London, September 1945 Chapter 7 England, September 1945 Chapter 8 Paris, September 1945 Chapter 9 Paris, September 1945 Chapter 10 London and Berlin, September 1945 Chapter 11 Berlin, September 1945 Chapter 12 Frankfurt, Germany, October 1945 Chapter 13 Germany, October 1945 Chapter 14 London, October 1945 Chapter 15 Germany, October 1945 Chapter 16 London, October 1945 Chapter 17 Berlin, November 1945 Chapter 18 England, November 1945 Chapter 19 Austria, November 1945 Chapter 20 Berlin, December 1945 Chapter 21 England, December 1945 Chapter 22 Austria, December 1945 Chapter 23 Germany, December 1945 Chapter 24 Austria and Italy, December 1945 Chapter 25 England, December 1945 Chapter 26 Trieste, Austria, and Berlin, December 1945 Chapter 27 Berlin and Austria, December 1945 Chapter 28 England, December 1945 Chapter 29 Italy, December 1945 Epilogue Author’s Note About the Author Also by Alex Gerlis Copyright Cover Table of Contents Start of Content Characters Principal characters: Richard Prince British intelligence agent, detective superintendent Hanne Jakobsen Danish police officer, British agent. Married to Richard Prince Tom Gilbey Senior MI6 officer, London Sir Roland Pearson Downing Street intelligence adviser Kommissar Iosif Leonid Gurevich NKGB officer Friedrich Steiner Gestapo officer, aka ‘the Ferret’, Wolfgang Steiner Senior Nazi official, father of Friedrich Other characters: The Admiral British Nazi sympathiser Major Tom Barrow US Counter Intelligence Corps, Munich Bartholomew MI5 officer Kenneth Bemrose British Liaison Office & MI6, Berlin Benoît Officer at Fresnes prison near Paris Roland Bentley Senior MI6 officer, London Hauptsturmführer Klaus Böhme SS Officer, Berlin Martin Bormann Head of the Nazi Part Chancellery, Berlin Mr Bourne Owner of art gallery, London Branka Slovenian partisan Christine Butler SOE agent, Dijon (Thérèse Dufour) Myrtle Carter British Nazi sympathiser Peter Dean SOE agent, Enschede (Pieter de Vries) Edvard Slovenian partisan Frau Egger Housekeeper in Villach, Austria Evans Field Security Section, Trieste Charles Falmer Courier in Frankfurt Kapitan Leonid Fyodorov NKVD officer, Berlin Charles Girard Aka Alphonse Schweitzer, Gestapo Paris Giuseppe port worker in Trieste Hon. Hugh Harper Senior MI5 officer, London Captain Wilf Hart Field Security Section, Austria Paul Hoffman Berlin detective Joseph Jenkins Intelligence officer, US Embassy, London Jožef Slovenian partisan Kiselyov Soviet officer at Hohenschönhausen prison Willi Kühn Man in Berlin Major Charles Lean F Section, SOE Anna Lefebvre Prisoner at Fresnes near Paris Ludwig Soviet agent working for Gurevich Marguerite Former resistance fighter, Paris Marija Slovenian partisan Frieda Mooren (Julius) Resistance fighter, Enschede Frau Moser farmer in Bavaria Orlov Soviet officer at Hohenschönhausen prison Edward Palmer (Agent Milton) Escaping British Nazi Kenneth Plant SOE radio operator, Dijon (Hervé) Franz Rauter former German intelligence officer Mr Ridgeway Man at art gallery, London Tim Sorensen US Counter Intelligence Corps officer Captain Christopher Stephens F Section, SOE Major Laurie Stewart Field Security Section, Austria Ulrich Nazi in Frankfurt Wilson MI6 officer, Paris Frau Winkler Shopkeeper in Villach, Austria Prologue Lincoln, England, September 1945 Richard Prince stood nervously in the shadow of the Gothic splendour of Lincoln Cathedral, a flurry of leaves gathering around his feet in a premature burst of autumn. He glanced around uncomfortably and retreated to the canopy of the Judgement Porch, Jesus Christ and the angels looking down on him in a quizzical manner as if wondering what he was up to. He didn’t blame them. He wondered that too. He’d never particularly liked the cathedral: it held a sense of foreboding and he’d always felt that for a place of worship it was too replete with imagery of the devil. As a small child he’d been told the cathedral’s grounds had been used as mass burial pits for the city’s victims of the Black Death, and the fear instilled then had lasted into adulthood. As a young police constable, he’d dreaded the night-time beat that took him anywhere near the darkened mass of the cathedral. It hadn’t been his idea to get married here. In truth it hadn’t been his idea to get married at all: it seemed so rushed and unnecessary, and they’d hardly had an opportunity to get to know each other in normal circumstances. But Hanne was keen, and young Henry in particular was thrilled at the idea. He had no memory of his mother, and the prospect of his father marrying excited him. Only two weeks after Hanne had moved in with them, Prince had overheard his son call her ‘Mummy’. But the person who seemed most keen was Tom Gilbey, his erstwhile boss at MI6. ‘You’ll be able to make a decent woman of her, Richard.’ He only called him ‘Richard’ when he was trying to flatter him, when he was about to ask a favour or make a demand of him. ‘You don’t think she’s decent enough already, sir? She risked her life for this country – she spied for us in Copenhagen, was arrested by the Gestapo and ended up in a concentration camp. I’d say that’s the mark of a pretty decent person.’ ‘Just a turn of phrase, Prince, you know that. But on balance, perhaps the right thing to do, eh?’ Prince would have been happy with a discreet ceremony in a register office, or if it had to be in a church, then one of the smaller ones dotted around the city would have been fine. But from the first moment Hanne saw the cathedral, she’d been captivated by it, and when he’d told her – in the way one does when showing your home town to a visitor – how in medieval times it had been the tallest building in the world for more than two centuries, she’d announced that that was where they’d have their wedding. Prince had told her it was highly unlikely they’d get permission. ‘Ask Mr Gilbey then – he seems so keen on us getting married.’ So he’d asked Tom Gilbey, more in passing than anything else, the question preceded by an ‘I don’t suppose…’ He ought to have known better, because inevitably it turned out that Gilbey had been at school with the bishop. ‘I’ll telephone him now!’ Prince had said it seemed quite unnecessary to go to that effort and it was only an idea, but Gilbey said not at all, and within
