The Malta Network

By Dale Pybus

This love story covers the life of an Austrian diplomat, burdened by the loss of his parents to the holocaust. He finds both love and belief in his work for Israeli intelligence as a member of MOSSAD. Together with his wife, he enjoys the fruits of world travel and a shared love of music and opera.

Based in Vienna with the magic of its musical soul, he fights for world peace and Israels right to existence. His obsession and quest to find the truth of how, when, and where his parents died dominates his life. His search for the truth is in the passage of time rewarded, and he finally finds true love and peace.

Unfortunately, his death in a motor vehicle accident at the height of his career is highly suspect. His friends believe his death due to both a conspiracy and revenge for the success of the Malta Network, which he established to give Israel an edge on intelligence.

The loss of her husband leaves his beloved wifes life shattered, and she is forced to return to South Africa, but in the full belief that her husband had found love and had brought honor to his Jewish heritage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Release date: Apr 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482806823

Dale Pybus

Dale Pybus is resident in Cape Town South Africa and worked for twenty-four years as chief administrator at the Red Cross Children’s Hospital. Now retired at seventy-fvie years of age, she remains young at heart. The magic of her early adult life has been the mainstay of her life to date.

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Chapter 1

FRANZ

F ranz felt a cold shiver down his spine as he prepared to leave for Vienna. He had been recalled from his holiday by the Foreign Minister. His career had reached a turning point, after so many years as a roving diplomat, both he and his beloved wife now hoped for a more permanent appointment as Ambassador in hopefully Rome or Paris. He was confident that on this occasion he would be granted one of these long term appointments. His apprehension however arose far more from the recent incident in which he narrowly escaped an attempt on his life, while enjoying his favourite sport on the ski slopes in Innsbruck. He had never told Jane about this incident as he knew how she would worry, she was so supportive of his work for Mossad, but he understood the strain that it put on their relationship at times. The shock of his recent narrow escape had not as yet been put to rest in spite of his having discussed the matter with Baruch, the head of his Mossad group in Israel. His mood had somehow been sensed by Jane when she took leave of him that morning "

"I have an uneasy feeling about this trip. Please take care, Franz. I think your intuitive radar is overworking, mein Schatz. I’ll only be away for two nights and I’ll phone you the minute I hear news of my appointment."

"Well, Franz Ertl, if you aren’t going to be appointed Ambassador to Rome, then …."

"Then what, my Jane? You want to pack your bags?"

She came up close and dark blue eyes met slate-grey ones.

"What a damn silly thing to say! I couldn’t – I’d be like a fish gasping on the bank without oxygen!"

Franz clapped his hands. "Now that’s a good one – I must remember that one for future reference."

"You know you aren’t allowed to use my lines; they’re original and come from my heart…."

They smiled at one another. Franz closed his eyes and put his arms around her, each hand closing over one firmly rounded buttock. "Mm …maybe I shouldn’t go just yet ….."

"Don’t you start talking like that… or thinking like that…Vienna awaits you, and so does the Minister. Miss you already. And Franz!

"Be careful, extra careful."

"You said that already. You know something I don’t?"

"No, I just love you more than is good for me. Or you, probably."

It was a warm, summer’s day in Austria and Franz was in a philosophical frame of mind. The call from the Foreign Minister for him to go to Vienna opened up new and exciting possibilities, with his probable appointment to either Rome or Paris. Even the music from the car radio seemed to capture the mood, in the stirring strains of Verdi’s La Forza del Destino.

He wondered whether one could attribute the strange yet compelling events of one’s life to the uncertain whims of destiny. On this lovely day he was more content than he’d ever been. He and Jane were as close as two people could be; his diplomatic career was taking him to places and situations he revelled in. He had global access to the classical music which lived and dwelt at the core of his psyche, and as a secret agent of Mossad, he was at last involved in uncovering those dark sins of the past which had plagued him for years and which he had now laid to rest.

He loved the drive from Innsbruck to Vienna; it was a road he knew well. He and Jane had travelled this route with its sharp bends and steep gradients and passes over the mountains countless times over the years. Franz loved the speed and power of his new Mercedes sports, which he drove with the same skill he used on the challenging Innsbruck’s ski runs. He was making good time and as usual looked forward to the first views of Vienna, his birthplace.

He bridged the rise of the last pass and began the descent, seeing the softer landscape of Austria’s lowlands far below. He hummed along with the music, carefully negotiating the sharp bends in the road.

He was suddenly startled to see a large black car in his rear view mirror approaching at speed and obviously wanting to overtake him.

Good God, don’t be a bloody fool! Surely he doesn’t expect me to move over? There’s not enough space to overtake on this spot on this road…….

He felt the shock as the other car drew level and sideswiped him. The wheels spun and he felt the car vibrate in protest. Gripping the wheel tightly, he realised that the action had been deliberate and his only hope was to outrace the other car. The alternative was a sheer drop to a certain death down the cliff face. He put his foot on the accelerator and concentrated his whole mind and body on the road ahead.

Well, if you want to play at 007, let’s do it…. But I’m playing James Bond – and he always wins…..

Fortunately his reactions were finely tuned. He regained control and sped away from his unknown assailant.

Adrenalin pumped through his veins as he found himself in a frantic race for the bottom of the pass. He was aware of the car close behind but never took his eyes from the hairpin bends ahead. Strong nerves made all the difference and reaching the end of the pass, he managed to pull his car off the road onto a level plane. Within seconds he’d reached into the attaché case alongside him and taken out his pistol, released the safety catch and was prepared as he watched the black car race towards him. His heart rate accelerated, ready for action, but the vehicle sped past him and vanished into the distance. His glimpse of the driver was brief; he observed that the man wore heavy dark glasses, and had dark hair pulled back in a pony-tail.

Now I wonder who you are … he mused. You’re the same blighter who tried to kill me on the ski slopes last week … Strange that Jane had this feeling of unease about today … and I didn’t even tell her about the assassin who tried to shoot me… I really don’t want her to worry. But I’m not ready to die yet, you bastard, whoever you are! I’m enjoying my life too much for that….. I will have to let Baruch know about this – it’s getting too close for comfort.

The incident had shaken him more than he liked to admit, and it was a while before he resumed his journey. He thought about the recent warning he’d received from Baruch via the Israeli Intelligence Service, to be on the alert all the time. He’d been a bit casual but these recent threats had added to a growing sense of the danger he faced in his work for Mossad. Baruch’s recent warning was suddenly clear in his mind, and for the first time, actually disturbed him.

You must be extremely careful Franz; we’ve been informed that the terrorist groups have issued orders that threaten the lives of a number of your Network operatives. Your name hasn’t appeared on their list but you’re obviously an important target once they become aware of your connection to the Network. These threats can’t be ignored – for a change I want you to take them seriously.

"Don’t worry, Baruch, my connection to the Network, can never be traced," he’d said airily.

"That’s exactly what I mean, Franz!" Baruch said in exasperation. "There’s no room for cockiness in this business. You’re dealing with people who’d cut the throats of babies or their own grandmothers if it served their purpose, and I want you to realise that!"

"Okay! Okay, I’m not about to take any chances," he said.

What he’d failed to mention was that his friend Jean Scohier, who operated the London wing of the Network, had also recently warned him that his life could be in danger.

"Franz, recent intelligence indicates that the military wing of the PLO has become aware of your connection to Mossad," he’d said. "Just be aware of the people around you at all times."

Franz usually found it easy to ignore the possibility of danger, but this time he felt a chill down his spine. For the first time, the truth of how dangerous his work for Israel was, hit home. The Malta Network that he had created to serve Israeli intelligence had to date been very successful in providing information that Israel needed in the maintenance of its security. Franz’s role in the establishment of the Network had been the driving force behind its success, and he was repeatedly made aware that if his work for Israel was ever to become known, he would be a certain target of Israel’s enemies.

He hadn’t told Jane about these most recent threats, as apart from not wishing to let her worry, it was generally in his nature to disregard such dangers. In his mind nothing was more important than seeking ways to ensure the security of the tiny State of Israel. Many of his friends believed that he had become so obsessed with his crusade to honour his late Parents that he could not or would not, grasp the reality of the situation. In recent months a number of his Network operatives had been brutally killed by members of the growing number of terrorist groups operating against Israeli interests.

He put the car into gear and slid gently back onto the road to Vienna. He turned the radio on full volume and let Verdi’s music blast out valiantly around him. Thoughts of his mother filled his mind; the sounds of her cello were never far away whenever he listened to the music she had loved.

Franz finally viewed Vienna in the distance; for some reason he was deeply moved by the moment. The shock of his second clash with his new adversary had certainly played a role.

*     *     *

The clouds had been gathering over Europe. It was a matter of deep concern to many Austrians that the Nazi Parties in Germany and Austria wanted the countries to unite. Engelbert Dollfuss had become Chancellor in 1932, with both Catholic and Fascist support and fears for the maintenance of constitutional government were rife in many circles.

But despite these events the Rosenbach family felt secure and happy in their home in Vienna. Leopold, Edith and young Franz were a close-knit unit. Their close Catholic friends, Brigitte and Fritz Ertl, were firm in their belief that the Catholic majority would never permit a take-over by the Fascist Party. Being a baby still, Franz was unaware of these developments and when in 1933 the axe fell on Germany and Hitler was swept to power, it had little effect on the young Rosenbach. He was pampered and loved, his only awareness being the beautiful music that had wafted over him from the very beginning of his life. He was always in the room when his talented musician mother practised on her cello.

On occasion, when he was a little older he was taken to what was for him a new and exciting environment. Back stage at the Opera House, there was a constant flow of people moving back and forth. Their powerful voices filled the air with rich sounds that he would always remember whenever he attended any operatic performance later in life.

In 1934 Austria faced another crisis. Chancellor Dollfuss proclaimed a new constitution, which abolished parliamentary government and made Austria a Fascist State. With the aid of Prince Staremberg, head of the army, Dollfuss became a dictator. He was, however, assassinated later that year by Austrian Nazis. The Fascists retained their influence on government under Dr. Kurt von Schuschnigg.

Meanwhile, in Germany, Hitler had by 1934 adopted the title of Fuhrer and held absolute power. He proceeded to suppress all opposition and in June 1934 all anti-Nazi and dissenting Party leaders alike were slaughtered in a Nazi ‘blood purge.’ Jews were immediately denied all participation in the new all-Aryan State.

Leopold began to feel uneasy about Austria’s future, and the influence that Hitler might have over the growing number of Nazi Party members in Austria. The news from Germany about the introduction of laws directly affecting Jews worried him further.

"Fritz, have you heard about the Nuremberg laws - recently promulgated in Germany? Edith’s father has heard rumours in the Judengasse district that local Nazis are making threats that they’ll introduce the same laws when they gain power in Austria."

No Leo, I haven’t heard of such threats, but I’m sure it can only be idle gossip. The Nazis have only a very small following in Austria, and with such a huge Catholic majority they could never take control over here. I think you’re taking such rumours far too seriously.

If you were a Jew Fritz, I think you’d be a little more concerned about what’s happening in Germany.

Relax Leopold! The Chancellor has made it clear that he would never consider the Nazi call for unification with Hitler’s Germany.

Leopold sighed, shaking his head. I’m really not so sure.

*     *     *

Franz progressed swiftly through the outer suburbs into the heart of the city, on his way to the Foreign Office administration building. He was excited as he turned into the parking area. Like Jane, he hoped they would be on their way to Rome in the New Year, where he would take up his diplomatic post.

As he parked, he noticed a large black car parked across the road, and even at that distance he was sure it was the same vehicle that had attempted to force him off the road. But there was no sign of the driver and he didn’t have time to go searching; he made his way up the stairs to the Foreign Minister’s office. He was greeted warmly by the Minister’s secretary.

The Minister is expecting you, Herr Ertl. Please go straight in.

Thank you, Elisa.

Franz smiled to himself, well aware that Elisa had had a crush on him for years.

You’re looking lovely today, Elisa. I appreciate being made to feel so welcome whenever I visit this office.

Elisa blushed. You know you’re always welcome, Herr Ertl.

Franz entered the Minister’s office.

Good afternoon, Franz. Please be seated - we have a lot to discuss about your new posting.

Thank you, Minister. He sat back in the chair.

I suppose you’re anxious to know where you’ll be headed in the New Year? the Minister said, allowing him a small smile.

Yes, I am, said Franz. My wife is particularly interested.

Well, I’m sure she’ll be pleased! Rome is your next destination.

Oh, that’s splendid news, Minister! Rome is one of our favourite cities, and I know Jane will be thrilled.

After all the details had been finalised, Franz was able to make his way to their home in the suburbs. As he moved out into the main stream of traffic, he was again convinced that he was being followed. Not by the black car this time, but a light blue vehicle was always a few cars behind him. He decided to take some evasive tactics, going on an indirect route to his apartment building; he caught sight of a flash of blue as he turned into his building. After parking in the basement garage, he waited for any signs of this new threat, but after five or six minutes there was no action so he cautiously took the elevator to his apartment.

Oh Jane, I don’t like coming home when you aren’t here, he thought, as he locked the door behind him. And I want to tell you the good news about Rome – you’ll be so thrilled! But first, I think I must phone Baruch … this attempt on my life has unnerved me a little…..

Baruch, how are you? How’s the weather in Tel Aviv? He exchanged a few pleasantries and then said, I’ve had a little incident at this end and I feel it wise to fill you in. He related the story and mentioned that he was being followed.

I’m glad you’ve told me, Franz. We can’t be too careful, and I’ll certainly reinforce the orders for my military agents to look into the problem. And eliminate the threat as soon as possible.

Franz knew only too well what Baruch meant by ‘eliminate the threat.’ It was the one aspect of his work for Mossad that worried him; he had vivid memories of previous ‘threats’ which had been found floating in the Danube. The blatant violence of Baruch’s military agents disturbed him when it came to protecting their interests. They were absolutely ruthless and he was reminded only too vividly of the brutality he had witnessed during the war. At heart he longed for peace, and always did his utmost in diplomatic circles to strive for a better and more peaceful world. His idealistic belief in the goodness of man was unfortunately often shattered by the reality of life.

I hope such actions won’t be necessary, my friend - you know how I feel about the subject.

I do Franz, but in my position I’m forced to deal with the actuality of our cause, and don’t have the luxury of ignoring reality. Be careful, and please let me know if you become aware of anything that could threaten your life. Remember your identity as a member of Mossad must be protected.

"Yes, I know – it’s not just my safety that’s involved. Shalom, Baruch - you take care. I’ll be in touch shortly to inform you of any developments."

Having dealt with this problem, he phoned Jane to tell her the good news.

Is that the wife of the future Ambassador to Rome? he asked. "You don’t have to pack your bags after all, mein Schatz."

There was a un-lady-like squeal at the other end. Congratulations, Franz! That’s wonderful – you deserve it! I can’t wait to hit the boutiques on the Via Venito.

Yes, I can already see all the shoes and accessories …. I can see that I’ll have to move my things to one of the guest rooms.

Oh Franz, that is such an exaggeration! There’s method in my buying – I’m very selective and only buy quality goods. So they all last much longer.

Franz laughed as he teased her.

I’m sure, my Jane, that you have no idea how many pairs of shoes you possess.

She was forced to laugh. Of course I don’t know. No self-respecting woman of fashion would! But you always encourage me - I’ll stop if you feel I’m being extravagant.

"My love, I’m teasing you. But it’s just as well you married someone who can afford it. Relax, liebling, you can shop to your heart’s content, it just amuses me that your first call is always for new shoes."

It’s probably because as I child in South Africa, I was always barefoot! But anyway, the Italians make the best and most comfortable footwear in the world. You wouldn’t want me to suffer when I’m forced to stand for so long at some of these formal receptions, would you? she said cajolingly.

No, you’re definitely entitled to the very best. And besides, you have such elegant feet… He broke off, chuckling to himself. As he settled in his chair in the comfort of his study with a glass of wine, he reflected on the pleasure he’d heard in his wife’s voice. Oh, life was good!

Chapter 2

EMMA

W hile the name of Adolf Hitler was beginning to be heard more frequently in Austria and other parts of Europe, in the wilds of Yorkshire the Netherwood family went ahead with their daily lives, in complete ignorance of the larger events taking place elsewhere.

The family held a special place in the county, living in a mansion which was known all around as the Big House. The upper gallery displayed portraits of the family which covered the walls from end to end, revealing a history that went back to the 16th century.

In the middle of June 1934, a young woman named Emma Munro arrived in the picturesque northern town of Ripon. Emma was to spend two weeks with her aunt Vivien, before travelling on to York where she was to marry Robert Netherwood. She had come from the Eastern Cape of South Africa, and as she travelled through the beautiful but bleak moors she wondered how she would adjust to this new life.

Vivien had been waiting for her arrival.

It is so wonderful to see you again, dear Emma! I’ll put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea, and then I want to hear all about your Robert. It’s lovely that my brother’s daughter will be living not far from me. It’s the last thing I ever expected.

Yes, it is rather strange, isn’t it, my going back to my ancestral Scottish roots? Well, let me tell you how I met my husband-to-be, said Emma, making herself comfortable at the table while Vivien made the tea.

Robert was in Cape Town on a short visit to his brother Michael, and they had gone to a social function at my church. It was unbelievable how we were immediately attracted to each other, like magnets! On that very first evening he asked if he could take me home, and by the time we got to the front door, I was totally smitten!

Gracious! said Vivien. You mean an honest-to-goodness case of love at first sight?

Yes aunt Vivien – I couldn’t believe it myself. When you meet him, you’ll understand. Broad shoulders and strong features, and …what shall I call it? ….Sexual- magnetism.

Vivien looked a bit startled she started to say something and took a gulp of tea instead.

I was so thrilled when he asked to see me again the following evening. Unfortunately he was only in South Africa for a short while but we made the absolute most of our time together. The relationship became so serious so quickly that I eventually pretended I was sick and stayed away from work so that I could spend every minute with him.

Vivien was tempted to remark that she knew very well how blind a new romance could be but decided not to, under the circumstances. With a wry smile, she said instead, Well, the fabulous Robert has clearly captured your heart, Emma, and I’m happy for you both. It sounds like a fairytale. Are you going to live in this mansion? Who else lives there?

Apparently we’ll have our own wing in the Big House – doesn’t that sound grand? His grandfather made a fortune from wholesale trading in woollen fabrics and woven goods, and he built the house, hoping that generations of Netherwoods would live there for a long time. Now Robert’s father has made the empire even bigger with exports and imports of all kinds of wares throughout Britain and even abroad. They even own warehouses in most British ports.

Goodness me, it sounds as though you’ll end up living in the lap of luxury! exclaimed Vivien.

I honestly don’t know what to expect, sighed Emma. I’m so used to doing things for myself that I hope it won’t be too luxurious!

Aren’t you afraid of in-law trouble if you’re sharing the house?

The house is so big that we should be able to have our own space, answered Emma. He still has a brother and a sister at home, and of course his parents. His mother sounds really formidable, but he says I mustn’t worry. They all call her Lady Caroline – can you imagine calling your mother lady something-or-other?

What? gasped Vivien! How archaic

I know, I must admit it makes me a little nervous.

Photographs of the house had impressed Emma, but she was overwhelmed by the actual property when she and Vivien arrived in York for the coming nuptials.

Good grief, aunt Vivien, just look at this house and estate! I never imagined Robert’s home would be this grand. I’m now truly nervous of meeting the family.

I’ve lived in Yorkshire most of my life, and wealth and position are meaningless, my dear, said her aunt. From what you’ve told me about Robert I’m sure you’ll be made most welcome. I hope so, seeing as I’m going with you.

When Emma saw Robert waiting for her near the front door, her fears melted away.

Emma darling, welcome to our home, he said, embracing her. I’ve missed you terribly! The family is thrilled for us both and I know you’re going to be happy here in the Big House.

I’m sure both your family and Yorkshire will grow on me once I adjust, Robert. At the moment, of course, everything still feels a little strange, she said.

Emma had felt especially nervous when she was introduced to Lady Caroline. The woman who would be her mother-in-law had assumed a truly matriarchal role from the start of her married life; she had inherited her title from her late father’s lineage in her own right. She spoke in a beautifully modulated voice which was almost regal in its clear enunciation of each word. There was no sign of the broad Yorkshire accent. The top-to-toe assessment Emma received made her feel almost naked, as Lady Caroline looked her over. It was a relief when she seemed to pass the scrutiny and was made to feel welcome.

I am so pleased to meet you at last, dear Emma. Robert has told me how much he enjoyed South Africa. She stopped and met Emma’s clear gaze. I look forward to learning more about your life in Africa.

Thank you so much, Lady Caroline. I’m sure I’ll adjust to my new life. For the moment I can see that the weather is going to be the biggest problem.

You will acclimatize, my dear Emma. In actual fact, we’ve been blessed with rather good weather in the last two weeks, but I can understand how radical the change must be after all that sunshine back home.

Emma and Robert’s wedding was a simple affair, with the bride wearing a classic wedding gown. The honeymoon in Scotland was wonderful, and Robert was everything a new husband should be, attentive and loving. All her fears and doubts disappeared in the Scottish mist, and she felt reassured about settling down in the Big House.

However, after the honeymoon was over she found life somewhat different. The whole family had an abrupt way of behaving, and far from home she found it difficult to deal with what was to her an unfriendly attitude. Even Robert seemed moody at times.

Emma dear, he said when she confronted him, it’s your imagination.

No, it’s not, Emma responded. I’ve noticed this amongst all your family, especially your sister Margaret. She has to be the rudest person I’ve ever met! She’s rude to everybody – you would’ve thought she might make an effort with a new sister-in-law, but no … it’s almost as if she hopes to impress me with her shocking comments about people.

Relax, Emma. You’ve got nothing to worry about, and you’ll get used to Margaret and her behavior. She’s always like that. I know the family is happy for us, and you must simply adapt to their different manner of speech. The rest is all imagination.

At the end of August, Robert was called away to Bradford and Emma decided to visit Vivien in Ripon. She hadn’t seen her since the wedding.

So, how’s married bliss? asked Vivien, once again putting on the kettle. Or is it married ‘blisters?’

Emma decided to unburden herself.

I just can’t understand how they all continually make rude remarks to one another! They seem uninterested in one another’s problems and even my dear Robert has been indifferent to my concerns, and claims it’s all my imagination.

Vivien explained the harsh reality of life in Yorkshire.

I’m afraid, Emma, that the general behavior and nature of most of the old families of Yorkshire could sound rude to most people, but it’s only an inbred trait. If you reach beyond the outward appearances, you’ll find, as I have over many years, that they all have loving and determined souls that will protect their own to the hilt. Nothing you can do will change the behaviour of the family you’ve joined. The bad news is that it’s you who’ll have to adapt to their ways if you want to be happy.

Emma had mistakenly hoped to continue her teaching career. However, when she mentioned her wish to Robert she met with immediate and strong resistance. Emma, I thought I’d made it clear from the start that no Netherwood women work. I’m the breadwinner in this family and I’m sure you can see from the way we live that there’s no need for you to work.

But Robert….

There’s no such thing as ‘but Robert’, he interrupted. I’ll never give permission for you to return to a teaching career! No Netherwood wife has ever felt the need to work. Do you understand me?

It was their first argument and she was miserable. She had no one in whom to confide. She now had a household full of servants, scurrying back and forth at her beck and call. She sat and wrote a letter to Vivien.

Dear Aunt Vivien

I feel I’ll go mad if I don’t get this off my chest! And perhaps you’ll have some advice for me. I find my life terribly frustrating as I have little or nothing to do! There are servants who do everything for me – which I’m not used to – and everyone here thinks I should be grateful that there’s no work to do. Robert has stated in no uncertain terms that he doesn’t want me to do anything except be a Netherwood wife. He’s anxiously waiting for me to produce a Netherwood heir.

Robert’s brother James is the only fairly easy person in the house, and we get on well. His sister Margaret is obnoxious to a degree, is rude to everyone including me, and the way she treats the servants is disgusting! His father is seldom here and when he is, he disappears into his study almost immediately and only appears again for meals. Lady Caroline has been kind to me and I do like her a lot, but she’s a sort of semi-invalid and seldom comes downstairs.

I think the truth of the matter is that I’m bored stiff! Robert and I are still much in love, but we do have quarrels about the fact that I would like to have more to my life than this!

Sorry Aunt Vivien, for taking this out on you. But thank you for listening. I think I should come and visit you one of these days – if permission is granted!

Your loving niece

Emma

Christmas 1934 marked the time when Emma finally adjusted to life as Mrs Robert Netherwood. She found an ally in her brother-in-law James, and together they visited all the historic sites in the vicinity; she had also come to terms with Robert’s many absences. She was determined to make a success of her new life and marriage.

By the end of 1934 Britain had taken little notice of Hitler’s rise to power. The then Prime Minister, Stanley Baldwin, had adopted a policy of appeasement with the dictatorship, and rumours of actions taken against the Jews and other forms of opposition were literally ignored. Only Winston Churchill spoke out against Hitler’s contravention of the Versailles Treaty, and his programme of rearming and the expansion of Germany’s armed forces. The Government whips even took steps to silence Churchill, and went so far as to undermine his standing in his seat in parliament. In Yorkshire however, life simply continued, oblivious to the gathering storm and the majority of Britain’s population continued to believe in Baldwin’s pacifist dreams.

Chapter 3

FRANZ

T he Rosenbach family celebrated Franz’s second birthday in October 1934. He was, of course, running around on sturdy legs by then. He was a happy child with and inquisitive nature, always exploring.

I know that one day Franz will be recognised in the medical world, Leopold said proudly to Edith, watching his son.

"How can you make such a statement, Leopold? What if he has other ideas and wishes to follow my career? In any case, he’s only two years old!"

Well, if you continue to spoil him the way you do, taking him with you to rehearsals and concerts, I suppose you might well get your way. I still hope that he’ll be sensible enough to follow a real career.

Edith was incensed. Really Leopold so you don’t think I have a real career? Two bright spots of colour appeared on her cheeks, but Leopold didn’t notice.

In my eyes, my dear, it’s not a career that I wish for Franz. I feel much better things are in store for our son.

Edith had to bite her tongue, knowing her husband would never give way. She tried to stifle her chagrin, and make light of the argument.

Have it your way, dear Leo. I’ll still have my dreams.

Franz himself was oblivious to the great plans being made for his future, being happy to be left to explore his environment and accept the comfort and love that was showered upon him by his mother and Brigitte.

Brigitte and Fritz were their closest friends. Fritz and Leopold were colleagues, working together on scientific research, and Brigitte had known Edith since their schooldays. They lived close to one another and although they had totally different religions, they were devoted friends. It was a huge problem for Brigitte that she had been unable to conceive a child, and she doted on Franz. She was thrilled when Edith occasionally asked her to look after him when she couldn’t take the child with her on musical tours.

Brigitte, I have to go to Prague and Budapest for a few days next week, said Edith one morning. Do you think you could possibly look after Franz for me? I don’t want to leave him in Greta’s care, and when she finishes work I know that Leopold would never cope on his own. In fact, I hate leaving him at all! The next time I have to go away, I’m definitely taking him with me.

Brigitte’s face showed pure delight. You know how much I’d love that, Edith! He’ll be no trouble and he’ll be quite safe even if I take him with me to the Mozart.

Of course he’ll be safe with you at the cafe. But don’t you go spoiling him or I’ll have my hands full when I get home. Not to mention that Leopold will also be a handful!

Isn’t it wonderful that your performances are going so well? said Brigitte.

Indeed! Our little string quartet is becoming quite renowned. I’m so thrilled that there are enough people out there who enjoy real music, she laughed. Leopold doesn’t think my music should be taken seriously.

Nonsense Brigitte said stoutly. He’s very proud when he watches you play your cello.

Ha! He’s just becoming a good actor, said Edith darkly, but with a smile.

Although the general economic conditions were still in recession and there was a lot of unemployment which had resulted in a number of demonstrations and riots, Brigitte’s café was very popular and was still affordable. The Café Mozart served as a popular meeting place for students from the university; music students in particular often gathered at the café to perform impromptu concerts. This happy atmosphere was good for business and filled the café with the very spirit of Vienna. Many regular patrons went there every day to meet friends and spend time reading the newspapers over a special coffee and pastry.

Franz soon discovered that if he ventured out of the back room into the main shop, customers would spoil him with tidbits from the table. Brigitte found she had her hands full trying to prevent Franz from annoying certain of her more irascible customers. She realised however, that even at such a young age Franz had charmed his way into the hearts of most of them.

After Edith returned from her tour, Franz delighted her with his own version of his adventures at Brigitte’s café. Being with adults all the time had helped him develop a vocabulary beyond his years.

"Muti, he said excitedly, I help Brigitte in the café. Brigitte, tell Muti I help you."

Brigitte smiled and with much enthusiasm told Edith, while looking at the little boy. Ja Franz, you were the perfect help, and I know the customers enjoyed talking to you at the tables. But they did spoil you with pastries!

Franz laughed excitedly. "Yes Muti, I ate lots! I am so happy you are home."

Edith gathered Franz up in her arms, and holding him tightly she whispered, I won’t leave you behind next time, my child. Next time you’ll come with me on my travels.

Oh Fritz, will we ever have a child of our own? Brigitte’s voice was anguished as she sat opposite her husband at the supper table. Just feel how empty everything is now that Franz has gone back home.

She put her knife and fork down and stared at her husband. She was a large woman with formidable shoulders.

We must not lose hope, my dear. We have to believe that our prayers will be answered one day. He reached out across the table and held her hand. I know it’s tough for you – it’s been years.

In March 1935, Leopold and Fritz were jointly invited to present a paper at a conference in Berlin. Leopold however, was reluctant to accept.

I don’t know if you’re aware of how serious the problems have become for Jews in Germany, Fritz. I’m truly worried about travelling to Berlin. I’ve heard that new laws with strict provisions against all Jews have been passed by the Nazi regime.

Fritz was reassuring. I really don’t believe you’ve got anything to worry about, Leo. You’re an Austrian citizen and any laws in Germany won’t affect you. I’d be completely lost at the conference without your input! Your contribution has been the driving force in the paper we’ll be presenting.

You must’ve heard of the brutal attacks that Hitler’s SS and Nazi youth have made against the Jews in Germany, said Leopold. I hear that hundreds who are able to obtain entry visas are leaving for Palestine, the US, France and the Netherlands - in fact, they’re going to any country that’ll take them. I’m really not keen to visit Berlin at the moment, but I know how important this paper is for you, so I’ll join you at the conference.

Fritz smiled at his friend. Thank you, Leo! I truly do understand how you feel and appreciate the sacrifice. But I feel so strongly that you should get full recognition for the months of hard work you’ve put into our research work.

Officials at the conference were most welcoming, it not having been noticed until the last moment that the paper being presented had been jointly written by a Jew. It was decided however, that it would not be politic to prevent Leopold’s participation as an Austrian citizen. Leopold and Fritz’s paper was acknowledged by numerous academics from countries throughout Europe. Leopold was, however, made very aware of the open prejudice shown to Jews in Berlin. He noticed that many Jewish businesses had been closed and signs had been placed in parks and public places indicating Jode Verboten.

It was on the second day of the conference that the reality of Hitler’s Germany was made perfectly clear to them both. They were seated on a bench while they waited for the trolley to transport them back to the hotel. A small, rather insignificant-looking man suddenly confronted them. He stood menacingly over them, as they remained seated looking up at him. He seemed almost lost beneath the flapping of his heavy leather coat. Both Fritz and Leopold froze to the spot as they took in his evil stare.

"Bitte," he said quietly. He smiled a quick, too-polite smile and extended his hand.

Papers Ja

While Fritz reached in his pocket, the man turned to Leopold.

Are you a Jew, my friend? he asked with contempt. Yes?

Fritz could see that Leopold’s face had turned white with fear his eyes showing his dread that he might be arrested. Leopold had immediately recognised the leather coat worn by members of the much-feared Gestapo. Fritz quickly intervened, speaking boldly.

We are both Austrian citizens, who have been invited to attend the medical convention being held across the street. Our passports confirm our citizenship of Austria.

Leopold then produced his passport and handed it over without comment.

Yes, I see you are from Austria but clearly your friend is a Jew. There is no place for Jews in Germany! It is the law, you had better return home as soon as your conference ends or you may well be arrested. He looked at Leopold with scorn.

Jews are prohibited from using public transport or sitting on the seats provided for Aryan citizens.

Leopold licked his lips and swallowed hard as he glanced at Fritz and stepped back from the rude little man, who was clearly enjoying the sport. He knew that if he lost his temper and struck the Gestapo agent, it would mean the end. It was the law. A Jew striking an Aryan meant execution.

I must remind you, Jew, that you should also take heed of the notices that appear in public places. No Jews Allowed. It is the law, he shouted.

He then returned their passports and smiled even more broadly as he stepped aside and allowed them to make their way on foot to their hotel. By the time they reached the hotel Leopold had recovered his composure, but when alone in his room the shock of the incident took hold again and his hands shook nervously in spite of the anger that he felt.

Signs and notices prohibiting Jews were to be seen all over the city. They were later removed during the 1936 Olympic Games, only to reappear after the games ended. Rumours in their hotel were rife of open attacks being carried out by gangs of Nazi youth and SS on Jews on the streets. Apparently even non-Jews had been beaten, based purely on their being mistaken for a Jew. It took all of Fritz’s persuasion and support to induce Leopold to stay in Berlin for the final days of the conference. Leopold was terrified when Fritz persuaded him to continue to use the trolley from the hotel to the Convention Centre. The Gestapo and Brown shirts were everywhere and Leopold was sure someone would notice he was a Jew, and that he did not wear the Star of David that was now compulsory for all resident Jews in Berlin.

Leopold’s visit to Berlin opened his eyes to the fact that in Germany life for Jewish citizens had become intolerable, and that the flood gates had been opened for those wishing to emigrate to other European countries and to Palestine. Unfortunately, only very limited numbers were being accepted into the USA, as a result of the isolationist policies of the American Congress. In most cases only families who had relatives with existing citizenship were allowed entry. Leopold feared the growth of anti-Semitism by the fascists in Austria as well.

Fritz was reassuring however, and reminded Leopold that Austria had a written agreement from Hitler that Austria would remain independent. The Catholic and Socialist majority in Austria would never allow such actions against Austrian Jews. On his return to Vienna, Leopold had very serious discussions with Edith, explaining in detail his underlying fears for their future.

Edith my dear, you cannot believe the brutality and cruel actions being taken against Germany’s Jews. I witnessed on two occasions Jews being attacked and brutally beaten by Nazi youth. Ordinary citizens live in constant fear, and are stopped and searched by Gestapo, demanding papers to prove their Aryan status. I was confronted by a member of the Gestapo myself! I was constantly terrified that I would be arrested at any time during our visit to Berlin. The new Nuremberg laws will make life for Jews intolerable and would certainly be enforced in Austria should Hitler invade.

Edith was shocked by Leopold’s news, but felt confident about the future.

But everyone says we’re quite safe in Austria, Leopold. The fact that our government has an agreement with Hitler, that he will never interfere in our affairs, has to mean something. Brigitte is positive that the Catholic and Socialist majority will safeguard our independence and Britain and France would never allow Hitler to invade. Even Rome has agreed to support our status as an independent country.

I still think we should apply for visas that would allow us to emigrate, said Leopold stubbornly. You didn’t see what I saw, my dear. It was horrible!

The idea of ever leaving Vienna was out of the question, in Edith’s eyes.

We have so much to lose, Leo! I doubt that either my parents or your father would agree, and we simply couldn’t leave them behind. Aren’t you perhaps dramatizing a little?

Finally, Leopold conceded that it was too soon to panic. It would naturally be extremely difficult for them to give up their home and the wonderful life they enjoyed in Vienna. Furthermore, both Leopold’s and Edith’s work in Vienna was compelling and fulfilling to each of them.

Fritz and Brigitte were also convincing in their positive belief in Austria’s future. The remainder of 1935 passed without incident and Edith found great satisfaction in her music and young son, who now accompanied her to rehearsals and the full opera performances.

Franz, who was not yet four years old, was very well behaved when he accompanied his mother to the Opera House. Following the winter opera season in 1936, Edith’s string quartet was invited on a tour to Paris, London and Amsterdam. Franz was intrigued and excited by the new experiences they both enjoyed during this time. Sitting in the wings and hearing his mother playing on stage was a wonderful experience. When the applause roared after each break in the music Franz shared in the passion that Edith felt when performing with the quartet or as a soloist with a full orchestra. Music was her life’s blood and Franz would run over to his mother, arms extended, when the curtain closed and she would hold him tight.

Edith’s tours not only brought financial rewards but also gave her son a taste of life and a stimulus to learn that very few children of his age would ever experience. Making contact with foreigners and new languages was probably the impetus to Franz’s later development, and sparked his keen interest in language and history. The 1936 tour created a musical bond with his mother that would never be broken. Leopold, on the other hand, wasn’t happy when Edith accepted so many invitations to perform abroad.

I hate it when you’re away on tour, the house is so empty. I don’t even have Franz at home to keep me company!

Edith faced this argument repeatedly.

I know how you feel Leopold, and I also miss you, but you can’t deny that my work has made a healthy contribution to the family income.

Leopold was cautious about money, and took great care with any investment that he felt could enhance the Rosenbach coffers. Edith’s income was indeed most welcome, and it therefore took only a reminder of the reward to gain his approval.

Yes, but you must remember, my dear, that while I always appear to agree with you, the time will come when our son will have to attend school and will not be able to join you on tour.

Yes, I know! That’s precisely why this is the time he must come with me. He has already learnt so much that no school could have taught him. Just think that at his age he has already visited Versailles and listened to music performed in the Hall of Mirrors! How many children have been so lucky? He even knows some of the history of Marie Antoinette and the part she played in the alliance between France and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

This pattern of Franz’s early life continued into 1937, with regular visits to the State Opera rehearsals and performances. Further travel to Prague, Budapest, the Netherlands and Denmark also provided stimulus to Franz’s, eager mind. The final tour to Denmark in 1937 would however be the last for some time, as he was scheduled to start school the following year.

On their travels, Edith always took every opportunity to explain to Franz the background of historic events, significant to each of the places they visited. She knew she would miss his company when he started school. Leopold, on the other hand, was at that time so absorbed in his work that it left him only limited time for Franz, and he chided his wife about the time she devoted to the child.

Edith, I think you should take care not to spoil our son. We pay Greta to take care of the house, and also of him. He could easily stay here with her. Besides, I’m also at home.

Leopold, you’re so absorbed in your work these days that you seem to have very little time for your son.

I know it’s no excuse, but my work programme has been very demanding of late.

Leopold did however, try to draw the boy out, and went to great lengths to explain many basic scientific principles that he felt Franz could grasp. What surprised him was that each time Franz and Edith returned from their travels, his son had picked up numerous words and phrases in the languages of the countries they had visited.

"Admittedly they are simple expressions and greetings, but they are remarkable for a