Three jolly young Germans, two of them stalwart youths and the third a pretty girl, burst shouting and laughing last month into a lonely Czechoslovak inn among the crags of snow-mantled Bohemia. They had come from Kiel to ski, they announced, and ski they did day after day, seeming to take no notice of the tiny inn's only other guest. Closelipped, morose and nervous, Herr Rudolf Wormys spent most of the time in his bedroom with the thick wooden door heavily bolted.
For months famed Radio Engineer Wormys feared that a Nazi "murder...
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