Slaves of the Swastika by Kenneth Harding Read Free Book Online Page B

next issue?” Trudy wanted to know. She glanced back at her lover and proudly arched her titties, delighted to see the flickering glint in his eyes as a proof that he was still mad about her. She had a pretty good idea that her stuck-up friend Kathy really had the hots for that nice and dignified Professor Nordheim. Matter of fact, if ever she got a little bored with her boyfriend, she herself wouldn't mind a weekend or two with the Professor. He was a nice mature man and he talked beautifully in class, and she had no doubt that he knew how to talk in bed too. And do something else besides talk, judging from the look of him.
    Professor Kurt Nordheim frowned thoughtfully. “We'll have to be very careful, Trudy. If the Gestapo searched my place, they're sure to have found whatever I may have left unguarded. I've always been very careful. Now reading the newspaper itself isn't entirely a crime, though the Gestapo may think so. It would be a far cry for them to prove that just because there happens to be a copy lying around my living room or bedroom, that I'd had anything to do with it. Actually, the Gestapo is after the people who are putting it out.”
    “But, Professor Nordheim,” Eva interrupted, “if they have your wife, can't they make her tell and wouldn't she tell them almost anything to escape the torture they would give her? I—I'm awfully sorry to say such terrible things, but we all know what the Gestapo is capable of.”
    “That's true. But as I've said before, the interrogators are particularly intelligent men in their field, and they can tell when someone's lying. Poor Helga doesn't know a thing, I give you my word on that,” the Professor declared. “But now to answer your question, Trudy. I'm expecting some very important news from over the border in about ten days. We're going to lie low until the immediate chase is over. Then we'll try to get a paper out in two weeks. In the meantime, all of you should keep your ears and eyes open and get me what news you can. Trudy, you work in that bierstube on Maximilian Platz, and there are lots of officers there all the time, aren't there?”
    “That's true. Some of them from the Russian front. Some of them back from Paris, but most of them from the defense of their own homeland. There is a Kolonel Strasser who comes almost every night. I think he's got a crush on me.” Trudy laughed self-consciously, glanced at her lover and gave him a little wink. “I know he'd like to get me alone in bed, but I haven't given in yet.”
    “And you better not either!” her boyfriend angrily declared.
    Trudy leaned down to pat his cheek, then to give him a stinging kiss on the mouth. “No fear of that, Liebling,” she murmured. “Unless I have to do it to get vital information to help the Allies. That I would do for my country, because just like the Professor and all the rest of us, I can't see poor Germany being destroyed because of a madman.”
    “Bravo, Trudy!” the Professor approved, “but all the same you must be very careful. Don't pretend to be too interested in what they're talking about. Sometimes, when you're serving them, go away and serve somebody else for a minute if they happen to mention something they shouldn't. That will give them more confidence. It will lull them into believing that you could be trusted. Now I think we'd all better agree to break up and meet back here, say, a week from this Sunday. That will do about right as far as time is concerned.”
    The two young couples nodded, got up and shook hands with the Professor. Kathy Flichtsen put her hands on her hips and smiled complacently. She knew that he was going to stay here and talk about details of hiding the press just in case the Gestapo should take it into their heads to make a search. But her elderly father was sick and there was a nurse upstairs with him all the time, and those two certainly didn't know what was going on. There really wasn't any reason to suspect Kathy.
    The two couples