Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-07-14
By JAN VALTM

a special school 10 train the
Anti-Fascist Guard in terror
list warfare.
was invited 10 the confer
ence, and had been requested
10 bring with me a list of
fearless young Communists fit
to lead terrorist drives against
the storm troopers.
We met in utmost secrecy
in the Darkroom Of tavern in
Fuenfhausen. village a few
miles from Hamburg. But An
dree himself was not present.
as he had received sudden
orders shortly before the
meeting TO fy TO Paris on a
pressing military mission.
The conference at Fluent
hansen ended quite late. After
a glass of beer at the bar. /
boarded the night omnibus for
Hamburg. With me were two
other Communists. Karl Hen
ming. a member of the Ham
burg Senate. and comradc
named Cahnbley. who was in
charge Of the secret printing
Of illegal army and navy
propaganda.
TRIO BOARDS BUS
Outside of Fuenfhausen the
bus stopped. Three young
men. one in the uniform OF a
Nazi storm trooper. entered
and sat down near the driver.
There was nothing unusual
in that; the II teri ties
drummed day and night in
outlying communities. But
while the bus was speeding
along the open road the three
newcomers suddenly leaped up
and drew guns. The uni
formed trooper pressed his
automatic into the drivers
back.
"Just keep her going" he
said calmly.
The other two faced the
rear of the car. their fingers
on the triggers Of their pis-
tolls. In a flash | realized that
there had been a spy at the
FuenfhauSen conference. and
that these three were as
sasSins. One of them. a tall
blue-eyed youngster, leveled
his GUN at Cahnblev
you're Andree," he barked.
1--WE are looking for you
Cahnbley shrunk back in
his seat. The other passengers
sat like frozen corpses. Com
rade Henning interviewed.
Leave him alone" he said.
That's not Edgar Andree."
The pistols swung around,
One of the Nazis snapped:
~ know you. We've got YOU
on the list. you're Henning."
Put down your shooting
irons" Henning said.
LUNGE AT ASSASSINS
exchanged a glance with
Cahnbley, The next instant
we lunged al the assassins.
Their guns roared. Glass splln-
tered. The trooper in front
was firing AT Cahnbley and
me. A woman shrieked
We were unarmed. Comrade
Henning slumped across the
lap Of a woman beside him,
and groaned. The tall young
Nazi was still firing at Hen
ming. Some of TIE bullets
struck the womans legs. She
squirmed and screamed.
Comrade Cahnbley h a d
pulled off shoe and was al
lacking the Brownshirt in
front of him. The smell Of
burnt powder filled the bus. a
small child crumpled. The
guns rOdred dedfenlngly.
Suddenly Cahnbley reached
for his face, and pitched atop
TWO women in the aisle. Both
women were bleeding. A bull
let grazed the top of my head
| reeled and slumped between
two seats.
The bus stopped. Strug
Cling against unconsciousness,
| heard the assassins order all
passengers out on the high
way. ! closed my eyes and lay
still. pretending 10 be dead.
and was dragged out Of the
bus and thrown into a ditch by
the road
The NaziS commanded the
chauffeur 10 drive on alone.
They cut the telephone wires
overhead, and we're picked up
by a car which had followed
the bus.
CHILD'S WINNERS
Men were busy with flash
lights. Blood ran down the
back Of my head. Henning was
dead. hit seven times in the
head and chest. Cahnbley had
lost an eye and part OF his
nose. The wounded child
whimpered. Two wounded
women were unconscious. the
third kept screaming at the
top of her voice.
Some one bathed my head
i'm cold water. Before the po-
lice arrived, / staggered away