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trouble from them?’
    ‘None to speak of. At least not close to Smolensk. But we have had air attacks.’
    ‘Really? The pilot on the plane said this was too far east for the Ivan air force.’
    ‘Well he would, wouldn’t he? The Luftwaffe is under strict orders to maintain that bullshit argument. But it’s just not true. No, we’ve had air attacks all right. One of the troophouses in our compound was badly damaged early last year. Since then we’ve had a big problem with German troops cutting down the wood around the castle for fuel. That’s the Katyn Wood. The trees provide us with excellent anti-aircraft cover, so I’ve had to forbid entry to the Katyn Wood to all German soldiers. It’s caused problems because this obliges our troops to forage further afield, which they’re reluctant to do, of course, because that exposes them to the risk of partisan attack.’
    This was the first time I’d heard the name Katyn Wood.
    ‘So tell me about this body. The one the wolf discovered.’ I laughed.
    ‘What’s funny?’
    ‘Only that we’ve got a wolf and some woodcutters, and a castle. I can’t help thinking there should be a couple of lost children in this story, not to mention a wicked wizard.’
    ‘Maybe you’re it, captain.’
    ‘Maybe I am. I do make a wicked fire-tongs punch. At least I used to when you could get any brown rum and oranges.’
    ‘Fire-tongs punch.’ Ahrens repeated the words dreamily and shook his head. ‘Yes, I’d almost forgotten that.’
    ‘Me too until I mentioned it.’ I shivered.
    ‘I could certainly use a cup now,’ said Lieutenant Rex.
    ‘Just another enjoyable thing that sneaked out of Germany’s back door and left no forwarding address,’ I said.
    ‘You know, you’re a strange fellow for an SD officer,’ said Ahrens.
    ‘That’s what General Heydrich told me once.’ I shrugged. ‘Words to that effect anyway – I’m not exactly sure. He had me chained to a wall and was torturing my girlfriend at the time.’
    I laughed at their obvious discomfort, which in truth wasprobably less than mine. I was hardly as used to the cold as they were, and the rush of freezing air through the windowless Tatra took my breath away.
    ‘You were about to say, about the body,’ I said.
    ‘Back in November 1941, shortly after I arrived in Smolensk, one of my men pointed out that there was a sort of mound in our little wood and that upon this mound was a birch cross. The Hiwis mentioned some shootings had taken place in the Katyn Wood the year before. Shortly after that I said something about it in passing to Colonel von Gersdorff, who’s our local chief of intelligence, and he said he too had heard something about this, but that I shouldn’t be surprised because this kind of Bolshevik brutality was exactly what we were fighting against.’
    ‘Yes. That’s what he would say, I suppose.’
    ‘Then in January I saw a wolf in our wood, which was unusual because they don’t come so near the city.’
    ‘Like the partisans,’ I said.
    ‘Exactly. Mostly they stay further west. Von Kluge hunts them with his own
Putzer
, who’s a Russian.’
    ‘So he’s not particularly worried about partisans?’
    ‘Hardly. He used to go after wild boar, but in winter he prefers to hunt wolves from a plane – a Storch he keeps down here. Doesn’t even bother to land and collect the fur, most of the time. I think he just likes killing things.’
    ‘Around these parts that’s infectious,’ I said. ‘Anyway, you were saying about the wolf.’
    ‘It had been on the mound in the Katyn Wood, next to the cross, and had dug up some human bones, which must have taken a while as the ground is still like iron. I suppose it was hungry. I had a doctor take a look at the remains and he declared that they were human. I decided it must be a soldier’sgrave and informed the officer in charge of war graves around here. I also reported the discovery to Lieutenant Voss of the field police. And I put it in