Chapter 4.
At the moment, everything goes my way and according to my plans. I am helped by two lucky twists of fate:
One: Georg Frohwein's trust in me even to the point of describing his private thoughts, his torments, at having to hold back his s****l urges. Germigny not being Paris, there is no brothel to visit, relax and get the kind of treatment his taut nervous system demands. “Having to live like a monk among these peasants. Have you noticed,” he asks, “how dumb they are?”
Two: my encounter with Gustave Lazro in Paris shortly before I was due to leave the capital. It happened like this. I was having an audience with Otto Abetz, the Ambassador, when Brigitte walks in to announce that a Herr Dr Gustave Lazro wishes to see me. Otto asks me “Do you know the man?” I reply. "No." Otto t
