The Schirmer Inheritance

“Mr. Moreton was in a spot, Father,” he said. “He had to be discreet. The American papers had already caused trouble by giving the case too much publicity. There had been a whole lot of false claims. Besides, the case was very complicated. Mr. Moreton didn’t want to raise anybody’s hopes and then have to disappoint them.”

The priest frowned. “His discretion placed me in a very dangerous position with the police. And with certain other authorities,” he added bleakly.

“I see. I’m sorry about that, Father. I think if Mr. Moreton had known-” He broke off. “Do you mind telling me what happened?”

“If it is of interest to you. A little before Christmas in 1940 the police came to me to ask questions about Mr. Moreton’s visit of the year before. I told them what I knew. They wrote it down and went away. Two weeks later they came back with some other men, not of the police, but the Gestapo. They took me to Karlsruhe.” His face hardened. “They accused me of lying about Mr. Moreton’s visit. They said that it was a matter of highest importance to the Reich. They said that if I did not tell them what they wished to know, I would be treated as some of my brothers in the church had been treated.” He had been looking at his hands. Now he raised his head, and his eyes met George’s. “Perhaps you are able to guess what they wanted to know, Mr. Carey.”

George cleared his throat. “I should say they wanted to know about someone named Schneider.”

He nodded. “Yes, someone named Schneider. They said that Mr. Moreton had been searching for this person and that I was concealing my knowledge. They believed that I knew where this person was who was entitled to the American money and that Mr. Moreton had bought my silence so that the money could go to an American.” He shrugged. “The sadness of evil men is that they can believe no truth that does not paint the world in their colours.”

“They weren’t interested in Friedrich Schirmer?”

“No. I think that they believed in the end that it was a trick of Mr. Moreton’s to mislead them. I do not know. Perhaps they only became tired of me. In any case, they let me go. But you see I have reason to remember Mr. Moreton.”

“Yes. But I don’t see how he could have anticipated the trouble he would cause you.”

“Oh, I have no bitterness, Mr. Carey.” He sat back in his chair. “But I should like to know the truth.”

George hesitated. “Friedrich Schirmer’s family was a branch of the Schneider family in question. The actual connection would take a long time to explain, but I can tell you that the German government did not know of it.”

The priest smiled. “I see that it is still necessary to be discreet.”

George flushed. “I’m being as frank as I can, Father. This has always been a pretty funny sort of a case. There have been so many false claimants to the estate already that, even if a legitimate one were found, it would be enormously difficult now to establish the claim in the American courts. The fact is that, in all probability, no claim ever will be established. The money will just go to the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.”

“Then why are you here, Mr. Carey?”

“Partly because the law firm I work for succeeded Mr. Moreton in the matter. Partly because it is our duty to find the heir. Partly because the matter has to be cleared up so that our firm may be paid.”

“That, at least, is frank.”

“Maybe I should add, too, that if there is a rightful heir, then he or she ought to have the money and not the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. The federal government and the state will get most of it in taxes in the end anyway, but there’s no reason why someone else shouldn’t enjoy it too.”

“Mr. Moreton mentioned a trust.”

“Well-”

“Ah, I see. That also was discretion.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Was Friedrich Schirmer the rightful heir?”

“Mr. Moreton thought so.”

“Then why did Mr. Moreton not tell the courts so?”

“Because Friedrich Schirmer was dead and because he was afraid that if Friedrich were found to have no living heir, the German government would fake one to get the money. In fact they did produce an old man they claimed to be the heir. Mr. Moreton fought the claim for over a year.”

Father Weichs was silent for a moment; then he sighed. “Very well. How can I help you now, Mr. Carey?”

“Mr. Moreton said that you promised to let him know if Friedrich Schirmer’s son, Johann, appeared. Did he?”

“No.”

“Do you know if any letters ever came for Friedrich Schirmer to the sanatorium where he died?”

“Up to the middle of 1940 no letter came.”

“You would have known?”

“Oh yes. I visited the sanatorium often.”

“And after the middle of 1940?”

“The sanatorium was commandeered by the army. It became the headquarters of a training school for radio operators.”

“I see. Well, that seems to be fairly conclusive.” George stood up. “Thanks a lot, Father.”

But Father Weichs had made a movement of protest. “One moment, Mr. Carey. You asked if Johann Schirmer came to Bad Schwennheim.”

“Yes?”

“He did not come, but his son did.”

“His son?” Slowly George sat down again.