The diary spoke of being dropped behind enemy lines, of meeting up with his network and of living undercover in hostile territory. But then, as so often happened, there was betrayal.
They captured me that night. How they knew that we were to be there I can only guess at, but in all probability it was through the work of an informer for the Gestapo. That was the first time that I met Haupsturmfurher Hans Krause. He was a typical Aryan; tall, blond, strong. A poster boy for the Third Reich. Within the Lyon area he had a reputation for ruthless SD counter-espionage operations that had earned him the name, ‘The Beast of Lyon’.
They captured me that night. How they knew that we were to be there I can only guess at, but in all probability it was through the work of an informer for the Gestapo.
