‘That’s not much of a margin for error,’ I said.
‘Of course for someone using it regularly, they would soon develop a tolerance of the drug and possibly require a higher dose, which they might easily accommodate without any mishap. But if they left off taking it for a while, it’d be a mistake to start again with a high dose. Possibly a lethal one.’
‘So it has to be handled with care.’
‘Oh yes. It’s powerful stuff. My own sleep would have to be very disturbed to want to take it myself. All the same it’s a lot better than its predecessor: bromides. There’s no unpleasant taste with Veronal. In fact, there’s not much taste at all.’
‘Any side effects?’
‘It would certainly affect the heart rate, the pulse, and the blood pressure. And of course that would substantially affect the bleeding. Perhaps there would have been more blood exiting from the wounds if this man hadn’t sedated himself. As it is, most of the blood from the wounds was in the diaphragm.’
‘Anything else?’
‘You wouldn’t want to mix the stuff with alcohol. It reacts badly in the stomach. I’ve seen cases of people who mixed it and were choked to death when they vomited in their sleep.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Will there be anything else?’
‘I believe there’s a way that you can find out if he was homosexual.’
Hamperl didn’t bat an eyelid.
‘Ah, yes, I see. The shaven pubic area. Yes, it is unusual for a man to shave himself down there. It might indicate an effeminate inclination, yes. I see what you mean. Intriguing, isn’t it?’
‘There were other things that make me think he might be homosexual,’ I added. ‘Things I can’t tell you about. But I would like to know for sure.’
‘Sometimes,’ agreed Hamperl, ‘in a habitual sodomite the anus becomes dilated. It loses its natural puckered orifice and develops a thicker, keratinized skin. Or even becomes like an open shutter on a camera. I assume you’re referring to that. Would you like me to take a look?’
‘Yes.’
Doctor Honek, would you help me to turn the cadaver over, please?’
The two men wrestled the gutted body onto what there was of its front and spread the dead man’s buttocks.
After a moment or two Hamperl started to shake his head.
‘The anus looks all right to me. Of course, the fact that there has been no apparent interference doesn’t indicate that he wasn’t homosexual. But I could always swab the anus for semen when I do some of the other tests. And swab his penis for traces of faecal matter.’
‘Please do that.’
Hamperl was trying to conceal a gleeful, triumphant smile. ‘An SS officer who was homosexual. Perhaps that’s why he was murdered. I can’t imagine this sort of thing goes down well in Berlin.’
Hamperl exchanged a look with Doctor Honek, who was looking equally amused.
‘Of course one hears things. About Berlin and transvestitism.’
I nodded. ‘All the same, if I were you I wouldn’t mention this either. The SS doesn’t have much of a sense of humour about that sort of thing. It would be a shame to find that out the hard way.’
‘You’ll have my histological report on the organs and my pathological diagnosis in forty-eight hours, Commissar.’
‘Thanks, again.’
The Professor escorted me to the door.
‘So, Commissar, will you be leaving your own body to science do you think? For medical students to use in the anatomy lab.’
I glanced at the shambles that was a man I had been speaking to about a painting by Gustav Klimt at Jungfern-Breschan just twenty-four hours earlier.
‘No, I don’t think I will.’
‘Pity. A man as tall as you must have a fine skeleton. I sometimes think that the real fun stuff for our bodies doesn’t start until we’re dead.’
‘I’m already looking forward to it.’
Kahlo apologized again as Klein drove us away from the hospital.
‘You get used to it,’ I said.
‘Not me. Not ever. It was the smell of the ether that really got to me I think. Reminded me of when my mother died.’
‘Bad huh?’ said Klein.
Kahlo shook his head, but his expression told a different story and seeing it in his rear-view mirror Klein reached into the leather pocket on the inside of the driver’s door and took out a silver flask.
‘I keep this for cold days,’ he said and handed it to me.
‘It doesn’t get much colder than that,’ I said. ‘Not for Captain Kuttner, anyway.’ I took a bite off the flask, which was full of good schnapps, and handed it back to Kahlo.
‘That bastard.’ Kahlo upended the flask. ‘That bastard Professor was enjoying it, too. My discomfort. Did you hear him, sir? The way he started laying it on. I thought, fuck this. I’m off. He’s having a laugh at my expense.’
‘That he was,’ I said. ‘But a man has to take pleasure in his work where and when he can. Especially in this country.’
I bent forward to the floor of the car, lit a cigarette and handed it back to him.
