Chapter Nine Hundred Ninety-Three
7th January 1953
Washington D.C.
It was a new year with a whole slew of old problems. The death of George the VI and the collapse of the British Government had upset the game board. Right now, the UK was headed into new elections. R&A was trying to get a handle on implications of that. Every indication was that in a few weeks the Labor Party would be in charge there and they were considered to be politically allied with the Social Democratic Party of Germany and the French Socialist Party. There had been rumblings that there was about to be another round of treaties furthering the economic integration of Western Europe. British Labor would certainly be in favor of that. R&A were trying to figure out how this would ripple through European Society.
That was when Nancy was called into Finley’s office.
“I received a call that when you were out sick last week, it was following a visit to the Emergency Room at the University Hospital” Finley said.
“It was not work related” Nancy said, “I was feeling ill, so I went in to get looked at.”
“It had nothing to do with Romeo here?” Finley asked as he opened a folder that had a photograph of Tilo walking out of Nancy’s building.
“I let a friend sleep on my couch for a couple nights” Nancy replied, not liking what Finley was implying.
“Dietrich Schultz, a Major in the Deutsche Marine Infanterie” Finley said.
“He was also the Commanding Officer of the 3rd Division’s Sealion Company” Nancy replied, “I worked with him in Mexico, none of these things are secret.”
“You also knew him when you attended the same University” Finley said.
“I was reporting to the OSS at the time” Nancy replied, “You will find that I mentioned him when I was debriefed.”
“Yes, about that” Finley said, “And you were friends with the Kaiserin’s personal spy for years before that.”
“Is there a point to this?” Nancy asked.
“Yes” Finley said, “You were out sick last week, if you had been here you would have seen the interdepartmental memorandums. The President himself has authorized investigations from top to bottom in every Government Agency. It is believed that there are some who swore an oath to the United States while they remain loyal to the Kaiser.”
“That has nothing to do with me” Nancy said.
“Does it?” Finley asked, “Your Grandfather was originally from Haderslev.”
“Yes, he was Danish” Nancy said, “And he lived for most of his life as a farmer in Washington State.”
“Haderslev, isn’t located in Denmark” Finley said, “Is it?”
“My grandfather’s family left because there was a war” Nancy said.
“The Prussians invaded and never left” Finley said, “How convenient. Or perhaps Anna Holst, who Americanized her name to Nancy sometime after she passed through Castle Garden, your namesake. She was from Schleswig-Flensburg. Did you know that?”
“Does this look like convenience to you?” Nancy demanded, “And my Grandmother has nothing to do with any of this.”
“It looks to me like a lush with extensive ties to Germany working in my Department” Finley said, “Can you see how this looks?”
“You brought me into this Department because of those ties” Nancy said, “It’s my job know how things are working in Germany, the personal connections and I’m not a lush.”
“Whatever” Finley said, “You are suspended until the Inspector General issues his report, try to avoid doing anything else stupid in meantime.”
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From his office Finley watched as Miss Jensen packed up her things to leave. It had been a blessing when he had learned about her recent difficulties. It enabled him to throw someone to the wolves who felt never should have been assigned to his agency in the first place. Hopefully the IG would look no further than her, anything else would be a nuisance.
Finley had two hopes with this, the first was that Nancy Jensen would stay away. She probably didn’t have the divided loyalties that he had implied she had but women were too flighty for this sort of work, being run by passions and emotions. Finley’s other hope, the one he considered remote was that Nancy would go crying to he dear sweet friend, the Bitch Countess herself.
Finley had seen the look on Miss Jensen’s face when he had told her she was suspended pending investigation. She was the sort who had never had a failing grade through school, to get slapped down would be particularly devastating to her as a result. He was going to have Miss Jensen watched closely because of that. If the Countess showed up in Washington D.C. she was going to find herself in Federal Custody, charged with espionage and whatever else they could hang on her. After a few months in prison and staring down to maw of decades more, Finley knew that Katherine wouldn’t be so pretty any more. He fantasized about watching her ground down by the system, aged before her time as the world passed her by. It was unlikely to happen, but a man could still dream. From Finley’s perspective, Nancy Jensen made excellent bait for the off chance he might land a whale and have the satisfaction of revenge at last.
The phone rang again, Finley figured that he knew who it was before he picked it up. He had made the mistake of giving this number to a few people and they insisted on bothering him when they had a problem. One of those was Vice Admiral Heinlein, the Germans had new submarine that the Navy had tracked and then promptly lost track of. Heinlein was calling anyone in the alphabet soup of Government Agencies who would answer to get their aid in the current crisis.