It was Sept. 2, 1945, less than four months after war's endand Berlin lay in its ruins. At the door of an apartment on rubble-heaped Kurfürstendamm, a British noncom banged imperatively. A man answered. "Are you Klose?" the noncom demanded. Hans Klose answered yes, and his five-year nightmare began.
Taken to a villa in the British sector, he was asked more questions by British intelligence agents. Soon Klose began to understand: they were looking for another Klose, a former Abwehr (counterespionage) officer, about 20 years older, whose first name was Erich or Emil....
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