N6

N6 In a few more moments Judith was fully dressed  as an Argentine housekeeper. "Go ahead and turn around, Elin."

Che did, and after a quick glance at Judith, the scenery around hem changed from a home in the kibbutz to a back alley in Buenos Aires. They had gone there so no one could  see the transition. Judith marvelled at this once more, but she was  not stunned to incapacitation  by the  transition. Michael once used  the same trick to whisk her away from England.

Judith followed   Elin  out  of   the  alley  to  one   of  the better-looking houses on  that  street. There was  no need  to knock. The door was opened just as they arrived on the portico. Judith assumed it was opened by  Jashen, and she noted  that he seemed to be  of normal height, for once, although  he was still somewhat taller than most men she knew.

They followed him inside. Judith saw Wagner standing in his den and tried to suppress her rage. She had picked up enough German in the camps to know he  called he was asking  "Diego" if these were the housekeepers he spoke of. Immediately after he spoke a miniature bolt  of  lightning  played between  Elin  and  Horst Wagner. He fell to the floor in a dead faint.

Jashen said, "Sit on the floor right next to him, Judith."

She did as she was instructed. Elin sat the unconscious man up in front  of Judith and  propped up  his knees so  together they both had a small profile. Then che said, "I'm sorry about this next  part, it  will  probably disgust  you  more than  Jashen's undercover work did him, but Judith,  you need to hold his knees so he  doesn't spread  back out,  at least  until you  get where you're going."

While they   were  gathering   Wagner  into  an   even  smaller configuration Jashen went through his desk drawers as though he knew exactly  what he was  looking for  and where they  were. He threw a small book down at Judith's side. "There's his fucking ill-gotten Red Cross passport." Then he threw down a thick ream of correspondence right next to  that. "And your Mossad agency should find  that stuff to  be very interesting  reading indeed. But now,  Judith, off you pop  back to Israel. I'm  glad we met, and I hope we work together again."

The next thing Lilith knew she was still  crouching with Wagner on his kitchen floor, but  the floor was  now just a  circle of wood lying  in front of  the Red House  on Yarkon Street  in Tel Aviv.