He hadn’t slept, and he had been unable also to keep his breakfast down. Flurries of snow settled on the windowsill. The coldest winter Istanbul had seen in years. The porcelain stove in the corner of the office laboured hopelessly against the chill. Abrams blew on his hands to warm them.‘I heard what happened.’Nick shrugged.‘You had no choice, Davis. What did Trojan want with you at that hour of the night?’‘She took some typed papers from Maier’s safe. She wasn’t able to photograph them.’‘And?’He took a breath. ‘I had only a minute or two to thumb through it.’‘Not much help then.’‘I wouldn’t say that. What I had in my hand was a blueprint for the takeover of the German Government from the National Socialists. It assumed Hitler’s death and the arrest of all of Hitler’s high party officials. It also outlined terms for a negotiated peace settlement with Britain. It was basically a briefing document, unsigned and unattributed.’Abrams just stared at him.‘As you said in Bucharest, Herr Maier is a very interesting man.’‘You think the document was genuine?’Nick shrugged.
