“THIS DRUG,” said Dr. Oderbruch to Major March, ” will put you into a schizophrenic state for seven to eight hours.
“It is tasteless and you may have it in a glass of water. If you insist on being stubborn, I’ll inject it intravenously.”
Major March was tempted to resist violently, despite the impossible odds. But he thought he’d better play along. Maybe there was no other way to accomplish his mission. Maybe his chance would come.
“I’ll drink it,” he said. Dr. Oderbruch held the eye-dropper over a glass of water and squeezed the bulb.
Major March lifted the glass, held it a moment, and then drank its contents down.
Assignment to Death
“Gentlemen,” said the general, “Major March can find him, if anyone can, and bring him out.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Hermann Gruss.”
I whistled. Hermann Gruss had been the head of the counterespionage police in West Berlin. Before that he’d been one of the few to escape in the unsuccessful bomb plot against Hitler. Now he’d gone over to the Communists.
“You have a plan on this, or do I play it by ear?”
“We’re leaving it up to you. We’ve prepared a set of forged papers. We can supply you with a place to live in East Berlin and the name of one other agent. The rest is up to you.”
“Okay,” I said, “when do I leave?”
This extraordinary story of a tough American agent on a mission behind the Iron Curtain was originally published by Rinehart & Company, Inc.
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