Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-13
Out of the Night

Konditorei. A tall girl, a
complete stranger stepped
out Of the cafe. She greeted
me Cheerfully.
Halo. I've been waiting
for YOU"
She hooked her arm into
mine. Together we crossed
the street like old acquaint-
anceS. | glanced back over
my shoulder. The man who
had led me here had dis
appeared. His part in the
devious mechanism OF con-
spirative communication had
ended.
Again we walked in circles.
The girl was chatting
animatedly about Marlene
Dietrich. Abruptly she piloted
me into a restaurant. where a
bevy of street car conductors
was AT supper. After she had
finished her coffee, she shook
hands with me.
"Linger until some one YOU
know gives You sign" she
said in parting. and vanished.
| was alone for a while.
People came and went, and l
briefly scanned each new
face for sign Of recognition.
Outside, the street lamps were
switched on, a radio played.
and from the kitchen came
the Clatter of dishes.
GIRL APPEARS
Then a slender young
woman in black stepped in
She moved with pOiSe. Her
face was cool and well
chiseled. She sat down at a
table near the entrance and
ordered. salad and tea.
knew her. She was Cilly.
The mission on which I had
been called TO Berlin became
clear 10 me. | was TO meet
Ernst Wollweber.
Cilly ate leisurely. After
she had lit a cigaret, she oc-
cupied herself with playfully
building a tiny tower Of the
spice-containers on her table.
a motion of her knee. Jared
the table, the tower collapsed.
l watched every one of her
motions. She made an appar-
emily inadvertent gesture of
mock despair in my direction.
II was the signal. Soon she
departed. ] paid the waiter,
got up and followed her.
1t Was quite dark now We
boarded n taxi, and changed
10 another one in the clangor
of the Friedrichstrasse.
LONG RIDE
you may sleep. II YOU wish
to-" Cilly said slowly. I'VE
have a long ride"
Nothing more was said. The
tenSeness had left me. l lay
back, watching the dim shape
Of the driver in front. At
times my eyes wandered side
ways TO where Cilly relaxed,
serene AS if she were return
ing home from the theater.
Streets rushed past Trees
and houses spun by. We were
travelling southwest, toward
Zehlendorf. At the edge of
Zehlendorf, in front of a
modern apartment house, the
driver stopped.
Cilly paid the chauffeur and
stepped through the portal.
Again l followed her. She
ushered me into ground
floor apartment. The furni-
ture was simple. but new.
The papered walls were bare
and the kitchen was empty.
There was nothing 10 indicate
that any one lived there.
please wait" Cilly said. 81
must inform COmrade Ernst
that you are here"
Again l was alone. After a
while the front door clicked.
An agile, powerfully built man
entered noiSeleSsly. / had seen
him before. He was one OF
the Berlin Moscow couriers
of the Western Secretariat,
and his name was Max.
In bygone years he had
been an instructor in iiu-jitsu
for the Berlin police. He
Saluted me vigorously.
"Our friend Is downstairs"
he said. He doesn't like to
talk between four walls. Re-
member this house: when
you're done, come back here"
MEETS wOLLwEBER
A hurly figure was waiting
in front of the house. Only
the glow Of a Cigaret showed