When the knock came a week later, Annette found Lise at the door laden with books and papers. She entered, gave a curt nod to Curioso, and dragged the startled Annette to the bedroom by the arm.
"When you brought me the notes from Fermi, what did he tell you?"
"Nothing, you know Enrico, he's a show-off. I never take him seriously." replied Annette.
"Look at this, tell me what you see.."
Annette took the jumbled mess of papers to the bed, laid them out and quickly scanned them. When she looked up, it was as she'd seen a ghost. Lise had to help her to a chair.
"That's it, isn't it. The final result? It worked? The runaway reaction worked? Mere de dieu..." gasped Annette.
"Yes, and Otto can't be found. His housekeeper says that he has gone to Copenhagen to escape the Nazis, but I am not so sure." repiled Lise
"What are you going to do?"
"Niels has offered to help me reach Sweden, but I also need your help, and his.." she gave a quick nod to the door. "From Stockholm, Niels has arranged for his man to carry this information to Istanbul. I need you to make sure it gets there. As a Jew, it's too risky for me to travel, and I feel that my correspondences are making unscheduled stops now as it is.." she trailed off.
Annette, pale and shaking, replied "We'll do it."

And there he sat. Otto Frisch in the flesh, talking with the bright-eyed hulk of Morzik. They weren't discussing football scores, that much was certain. They hadn't seen her yet, they were too engrossed in their own conversation to pay much attention to the other travellers. She was at a loss. Confronting them one-on-one, she would have no trouble with either, but this pairing forever changed the rules of the game.