Mila 18 - Leon Uris [144]
This second room was carved out so that it ran beneath the center of Mila Street. Andrei brought in Jules Schlosberg, a pre-war chemist of note, for the purpose of creating weapons which could be made cheaply with accessible components. Jules’ first weapon was a bottle bomb requiring only low-grade fuel, a wick, and a plastic detonation cap. It was a foolproof fire bomb. Next Schlosberg worked to perfect a more complicated weapon: a grenade which could be built inside the casing of an eight-inch length of water pipe and exploded by contact percussion.
On the Aryan side, arms were difficult to obtain. As soon as they came into demand, the price spiraled. The Home Army had the money and the contacts to corner the market Roman evaded the frantic efforts of Simon Eden and the Jews to obtain a share of weapons.
Each purchase of a pistol became a large, involved project. A weapon such as a rifle was almost unheard of. A machine gun did not exist. For his arsenal Andrei concentrated on Schlosberg’s “inventions,” which were manufactured by Bathyrans in hidden rooms around the ghetto. While Rodel, the Communist, co-operated on matters of Self-Help, he was jealous of his arms sources. The Revisionists at Nalewki 37 remained aloof on both self-help and arms. Andrei was able to obtain ten pistols of six different calibers, each with only a dozen rounds of ammunition. Although it seemed completely ridiculous in the face of a German army that had conquered all of the world it sought, Andrei was content with his work and had a rather pleasant attitude that at the right time and the right place his microscopic might would cause a mighty roar.
Andrei’s main source of pistols was a small ordnance shed near the main train depot on Jerusalem Boulevard, where wounded German officers were transferred from the eastern front back to Germany. Their sidearms were checked in for reissue, and in a rush a few could conveniently be “lost” by the German sergeant in charge of the detail.
Immediately after American Aid folded, Alexander Brandel got a radio message to the two Jewish members of the Polish government in exile in London, Artur Zygielboim and Ignacy Schwartzbart, with a plea for emergency funds. A message in Hebrew was radioed back using passages in the Bible as reference to advise them that the funds were being flown in by British aircraft and would be parachuted to the Home Army. A later confirmation of the parachute drop came, and Tolek Alterman was dispatched from the ghetto into the Aryan side to receive the money from Roman.
When Alterman returned to the ghetto, Andrei and Ana Grinspan were called to Alexander Brandel’s office.
Tolek came in and took off his worker’s cap, appearing strange to them, as they had not yet adjusted to the shaved head. The long floppy hair that had been his trademark had been ordered shorn to give him a more Aryan appearance.
Tolek dramatically placed a bundle of American dollar bills on Alexander’s desk. “I was only able to get one third of the amount that was parachuted in for us,” he announced.
Alex’s face sagged.
Andrei sat with his legs stretched out, the heel of one boot balanced on the toe of the other. He stared at the tip of his toe.
“That arrogant son of a bitch Roman,” Tolek snorted in growing rage.
“Don’t waste your time chewing up the furniture, Tolek,” Andrei said softly. “The fact that you were able to contact that bastard Roman and even get him to admit he received the money, much less turn any of it over to you, was an accomplishment.”
“I’ll tell you why he turned over part of it,” Ana Grinspan said. “So we would not stop future parachute drops. Roman knows that so long as we get a crumb we’ll keep the money coming.”
Alex rubbed his temples, tried to think. “We need more so badly. When will the British fly in more?”
“Ten days. Two weeks,” Andrei answered. “As quickly as it arrives from America.”
“Then, Andrei, we have to get one of our people there when it