Major Ziegler and Sergeant Bayer walked into All Things Napoleon several hours after Jacques Dufort had left. Ziegler was desperate. He had to provide something to his superiors, preferably the diamonds, to avoid a forced return to Berlin. If he didn’t, his career in the military would be over. Or it might be much worse.
“I will do most of the talking, Sergeant,” he whispered to Bayer as they waited at the counter. “I need to take a different approach.”
“Would you prefer to speak to her alone, sir?” Bayer asked. “I can wait in the car.”
“No, I’ll motion for you to intervene. I want Mme. Dufort to be frightened by us, anxious and uncertain.”
“I’ll assist in any way I can, sir.”
“I know she’s hiding something. We must get her to reveal it.”
Emilie Dufort was in the toy soldier section
