The Spies of Warsaw [antikvár]

In the dying light of an autumn day in 1937, a certain Herr Edvard Uhl, a secret agent, descended from a first-class railway carriage in the city of Warsaw. Above the city, the sky was at war; the last of the sun struck blood-red embers off massed black cloud, while the clear horizon to the west was the colour of blue ice. Herr Uhl suppressed a shiver; the sharp air of the evening, he told himself. But this was Poland, the border of the Russian steppe, and what had reached him was well beyond the chill of an October twilight. A taxi waited on Jerozolimskie Street, in front of the station. The driver, an old man with a seamed face, sat patiently, knotted hands at rest on the steering wheel. 'Hotel Europejski,' Uhl told the driver. He wanted to add, and be quick about it, but the words would have been in German, and it was not so good to speak German in this city. Germany had absorbed the western part of Poland in 1795 - Russia ruled the east, Austria-Hungary the south-west corner - for a hundred and twenty-three years, a period the Poles called 'the Partitions', a time of national conspiracy and defeated insurrection, leaving ample bad blood on all sides. With the rebirth of Poland 3