Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-20
Out of the Night


tries. But Bailich escaped TO
Germany. and for Is months
he disappeared from my ken.
In 1893, his presence was
reported in New Orleans:
Bailich had been transferred
in December. 1886. to the
Gestapo's North American
division.
However, another Gestapo
spy. more important and more
dangerous than Kurt Bailich.
did not escape our vengeance.
He was Martin Holstein, who
had betrayed me. and hun
dreds of other comrades 10
Hitler's secret police.
Until the beginning OF 1896
no one among us had seriously
suspected Holstein OF being a
traitor. He had been too
cautious. too clever. and he
knew well how TO play the role
OF a fanatical revofutionist.
His ultimate discovery was
due 10 a coincidence. The
political leader in Hall Seven
had been summoned 20 the
Gestapo for questioning. While
he was being grilled in one of
Inspector Krsus' torture
chambers. the door was opened
abruptly and a smartly-dressed
man burst into the room.
QUICK RECOGNITION
The intruder was Martin
Holstein. The recognition be-
tween him and our .comrade
from Hall Seven was quick
and mutual. Holstein. with
out uttering a word, had
turned and rushed out OF the
room.
who Was that NAM" the
Gestapo agent who was ques-
tioning the Communist from
Hall Seven asked suspiciously.
II don't know" the COM
rade answered.
Returning 10 the prison that
night. the comrade reported
10 Tonic that he had seen
Holstein move freely in the
headquarters OF the Gestapo.
Such proof was conclusive:
Holstein was the traitor for
whom we had scare he'd
through the years. The fact
was communicated TO the
S-Apparat in Copenhagen.
The hunt for Martin Holstein
began.
One day in September a
corpse was fished out Of the
Rhine below the harbor of
Duisburg. II was the corpse
of a man whose throat had
been slashed from ear TO ear.
The dead man was identified
as Martin Holstein.
The late Summer OF 1895
brought a grim end 10 our
magic~life in Hall Eleven. II
was scorching day in August.
The men from Hall Eleven
marched through the yard in
closed formation. Sixty
sweating men swung their
legs and arms in a cloud OF
yellow dust. We marched. as
always, closely packed. with
not more than a foot Of space
between the back Of one and
the front of another.
BOLD HEAD HIGH
In the first row marched
Tonic. He was one OF the
tallest. He held his bold
head high and his eyes gilt
tered alertly. He crammed a
maximum OF physical motion
into his goose-step. and his
deep chest expanded visibly
with every breath. His eyes
roarned across the yard, and
upward along the walls Of the
cell blocks. sharply scanning
the small squares OF the win
dows for familiar faces. al
ways ready with an encourag-
ing smile, always ready 10
strengthen purpose and de-
fiance.
Well ! knew the warming
grin that invaded the face OF
this or that comrade in his
solitary cell when he caught
the flashing salute and the
dauntless smile OF Tonic. All
day that comrade would be a
stronger man.
II have seen Tonic" he
would think. and he has told
me to carry on"
In the middle OF the sweat
ing column marched Gottlieb.
the theorist OF Hall Eleven.
white-haired and smooth, and
always scheming to raise
little cheer. heard his
voice, subdued so as not TO
reach the ears Of patrolling
guards. for speaking in the
yards was forbidden.
Tell me-" said Gottlieb.
what would you prefer In
this furnace weather: . glass
Of iced beer, . roast duck, or
a pretty girl?"
CHUCKLES FLOW