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The Herati Gambit

        of  the  pair  and  carefully  sliding  it  over  to  the  German.  The  men
        contemplated their shuffled keys after the exchange.
          “You  know,  Herr  Baron,  what  will  happen  if  one  of  these  keys
        does not fit, or the second key is not turned immediately after the
        first?”
          “Yes.”  The  sibilance  hung  in  the  air.  “Our  hosts  would  have
        difficulty cleaning up this room.”
          Von Zwitter smiled grimly. “I will open mine.” Sweat beaded on
        his forehead. He placed his keys in the twin locks on top of his case
        and paused.
          Baron Teramoto followed suit. “We shall open them together.”
          They turned their keys and the document boxes fell open. Inside
        each was a single leather-bound folder, embossed with the seals of
        their respective governments. The men carefully took the folders and
        wordlessly read their contents.
          Minutes passed.
          Finally the German looked up, a quizzical expression twisting his
        gaunt features. “So this is the secret project. It could ensure victory
        for the Axis. If it succeeds, the Allies’ strategy will have to change.”
          The  Japanese  regarded  him,  his  face  a  mask  of  imperturbability.
        “And that’s why we’re here in Herat, thousands of miles from home:
        to prepare a first-hand report on the progress of this Italian scheme.
        Are you ready to embark upon an aerial reconnaissance of its early
        stages  of  development?  A  cargo  plane  and  pilot  is  at  our  disposal
        outside on the airstrip.”
          “Of course, Herr Baron! But first may I congratulate you on your
        mastery  of  English?  Not  only  is  your  pronunciation  and  syntax
        flawless, but your use of the American idiom is quite unusual for a
        Japanese officer spending most if not all of his life in Tokyo.”
          Baron Teramoto smiled, perhaps.
          “Your meaning, please, Colonel.”
          The German caught his breath. His colleague had placed a small-
        caliber pistol on the table, leaving it pointed at Von Zwitter. “This is
        a matter of the greatest importance for our war effort, Herr Baron.
        You closely resemble photographs of the honorable representative of
        the emperor. But I must be cautious.”



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