Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-08
By JAN VALTM

apparat had on hand was a
carte d'identite of local
Communist who resembled
Karl Saar.
With such a paper | de-
cided not TO send Karl 10 Ger
many by ship. Through the
Brussels party m C h ne l
arranged for guide who
knew the border country.
Next morning he and Karl
Saar departed for the German
frontier.
| sent a telegram to Adolf
Deter in Paris, informing him
that Karl had left for Ham,
burg aboard the steamer
Adolph Kristen. Barely "a
hours later | received tele-
gram which called me TO
Copenhagen. It's contents were
so worded as TO make me think
that it had been sent by Leo
HaikiSS.
Late in December, 1887,
took passage TO Esbjerg. The
towers of Antwerp sank away
astern; the steamer pitched in
the green North Sea.
TWO MINUTES
II is less than a two-minute
walk from the steamer land
ing in ESbjerg TO the North
Sea terminal of the Copen-
hagen express. The passport
inspection was carried out by
officers l had not seen before.
L avoided il by walking
through the little gate marked
"Scandinavians Only" i was
halfway between the quay
and the station platform when
a burly man in a thick gray
sweater stopped me.
"Fellow me-" he said. II
come from Jensen"
Quickly l gave Richard Jen-
sens password for December.
Does he have coffee?"
AYE, the best coffee I'm
Copenhagen he growled in
answer.
At first / thought Jensen
was waiting with special or
ders for me in one OF the
waterfront cafes. But the man
in the sweater led me to a
waiting car. 1t was an open
car with Copenhagen license
plates. In it sat two younger
men whom / recognized as
members of the S-apparat.
"Step in," the sweatered
man said.
where are we going to-"
Copenhagen"
"Why not by train: The
roads are bad I'm the Winter"
One of the men in the car
answered impatiently:
"Why so much talk? Let's
go. Our orders are to take
YOU to Copenhagen i'm this
automobile. Why? Detectives
might be on the train"
That was a feeble excuse. II
occurred 10 me that was
being taken by car TO pre-
vent me from communicating
with some one on the train.
The harbor of Esbjerg was
no place 10 pick a fight. | was
known TO the Danish authori-
ties as Comintern agent. 1t
was unwiSe TO risk arrest with
false passport in my pocket.
Something, l felt, had gone
aSkew.
/ slipped into the front seat.
One OK the young Danes drove.
the other one sat in the back,
both hands buried In his over
coat pockets. ! tried 10 joke
about their mysterious be-
havior. They were unrespon-
Sive. The burly man in the
sweater saw US off.
PAST FARMS
We drove through the town
past farmhouSes and fields.
and out into the open heath
like country. The man behind
me never took his hands out
of his pockets. turned on hun
abruptly.
What have you got I'm your
pockets? All the gold from
SPAIN"
He said stolidly:
mo, l have gun In my
pocket"
Halfway across Jutland we
almost ran over an enormous
hog which had Numbered on
the road. The car swerved
wildly, ripping through
patch of low underbrush. II
regalned the road, gathering
speed.
you two are FOOLS" | said
You with your guns. i could
just grab the wheel and wreck
the car. Who told you to take
guns? COmrade Jensen
Continued Tomorrow
lAlrn M