CHAPTER 23“It has been a tiring few days,” Fritz told me. “After you phoned me Friday I spent that evening and much of the night seeing various contacts in Munich. Up early Saturday morning to collect that photograph from your Lufthansa stewardess at the airport. Then on to Stuttgart for most of Saturday. Up to Hamburg that evening, and another late night. Down to Frankfurt this morning.”
He was sitting across from me in my kitchen, drinking the vervain tea I’d prepared for him. I’d offered to make him strong coffee, but he didn’t want his nerves jagged up. “I intend to have a small early dinner and go right to bed. I need at least ten hours of sleep to put me right.”
Fritz did look weary. He always had big bags under his eyes, but they didn’t usually have that dark sag. He didn’t look r
