“We need to get out of here, get back downstairs where we first arrived and I’ll tell you what I heard.”Carefully opening the door, we both moved stealthily down the hallway still smelling the smoke from the SS officer’s earlier cigarette. Just as we turned the corner to descend the stairway, the apartment manager was dismissed by them, came out of the room and began walking in our direction. We descended the first flight of stairs to the main floor where his desk was, turned left and down another flight of steps to the basement level. A short, stout middle aged woman with curlers carrying a bundle of clothes was just coming out of the laundry nodding and smiling as we came near. Staring at us as we passed with a semi inquisitive face, she looked as if trying to recognize us as tenants but was immediately distracted trying to balance her laundry goods. Then, Ara and I slipped back in the laundry and closed the door, where I explained to her all I had heard.“So this Führer, as they call him, doesn’t intend on letting Anders go and continues pressing him to expose his method of transportation here; that fool… He’s gotten himself into more trouble than he knows!”“Your bloody right!
