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THIS WEEK TOURING GRAZ, AUSTRIA Part One By John Mariani NEW YORK CORNER HERITAGE BAKERY By John Mariani GOING AFTER HARRY LIME CHAPTER Forty-Three By John Mariani NOTES FROM THE WINE CELLAR AUSTRIAN WINES By John Mariani ❖❖❖
Called the “Capital of
Delight,” Graz, Austria, By John Mariani Uhrturm Clock Tower Photo by Markus Spenger You may
be forgiven if the city of Graz
(pronounced "Graads") does not leap to
mind when thinking of Austria. Vienna,
Salzburg, Innsbruck, perhaps Linz, but I
suspect most Americans know little or
nothing about Austria’s second largest
city (after Vienna), which covers 50
square miles, with a population of nearly
300,000. Today
the historic center consists of over
1,000 buildings, their age and
architecture ranging from Gothic to
contemporary.
If
you go: Best way to enjoy Graz is to
purchase the GRAZ CARD, which gives you
free access to public transportation and
to many museums and sights around the
city. A card for 24 hours is €26, for 48 hours €34 and for 72 hours
€39. You
can buy them on-line at https://www.graztourismus.at/en/getting-there-and-public-transport/graz-card. Tipping:
Tipping is not requisite in taxis or
restaurants, but rounding off the bill is
a congenial gesture. A restaurant tip of
ten percent would be fine. Taxes are
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chocolate and cooked fruit. We never lose our
childhood affection for going to a bakery,
staring through the window and counter, and
even if most American breads usually come in a
plastic wrapper made in a corporate kitchen,
the opening of a bakery with superior breads
and desserts is always greeted as joyfully as
if a new toy store opened in town. Open for
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GOING AFTER HARRY LIME By John Mariani
They settled onto
the sofas and Katie asked if she could record
their conversation, to which Toth agreed. She
began on a flattering note.
Toth tilted his head back and forth. “I suppose you could call it world class. As you can imagine, under the Soviets it was not easy to buy such cars. Most of them I’ve acquired since the Russians left Hungary. I’d be happy to show them to you after our interview. I’m sure you’ll be interested in them, Mr. Greco.” “So,” said Katie, “I suppose the first thing to ask—and I’m sure I won’t be the first—is how you came to speak such perfect English.” “Well, it helped to have spent my early childhood in England. My parents had moved to London in the 1920s—my father felt that the Russian Civil War would spread to Hungary—so I spoke both Hungarian and English growing up. I learned German at Oxford.” Katie recalled that MI6 told her Neame had gone to Oxford. “And your parents came back to Hungary after the war?” “No, but I was drafted into the British Army and, because I spoke German, I was posted to Vienna right after the war, then moved to Hungary in the early fifties.” “You had a background in the pharmaceutical industry?” asked David. “Yes, I got a good grounding in drugs in the Army and was in charge of a medical unit after D-Day. Terrible carnage. But, you know, the Allies were the only ones to have ample supplies of penicillin, so our wounded fared much better than the Axis soldiers. “Afterwards, it seemed a good thing to get into pharmaceuticals, especially in Hungary, which was so far behind in medicine and totally dependent on the Soviets for post-war investment in hospitals and medical supplies. It was pretty grim there for a while, but I’m proud to say that I had a hand in making progress, even under the Russians. I found that as long as their priorities were attended to, I would get most of what I needed.” “So were you the founder of Hungaria Pharm?” asked Katie, trying to keep for the moment to a straightforward business interview. “Yes, with the Soviets’ blessing. I went through all that in Mr. Frankel’s interview and I’m sure you can look up all the facts and dates. Suffice it to say I was doing a good job at building up a market for Hungarian drugs in Eastern Europe, and eventually I acquired fifty-one percent of the company. Since Hungary became independent, I’ve been able to expand to markets outside of the former Soviet satellites.” “And the other forty-nine percent?” “Investors, mostly from Eastern Europe.” “And you became rich enough to build a great car collection,” said David. “I was doing all right before 1990, but, yes, most of my wealth has accrued since then. But frankly, as you may have read, at my age I’ve been devoting a great deal more of my time and resources to philanthropy.” Katie could tell this was what Toth really wanted to talk about, so she humored him. “Can you tell me more about that?” “Happy to. Under the Soviets philanthropy was basically unknown. The state provided for everyone, or at least that was the party line. The truth was that hospitals went without needed supplies, and, with regard to children’s health problems in particular, the record was shameful. Right from the beginning, I tried to change that, but it was tough going under the Soviets, not least in the state orphanages, which the Communists regarded as an inconvenient drain on resources. Since 1990 I’ve been able to do something about that and have taken over the management of two orphanages. I hope to take over more and consolidate them. As you can imagine, there is a great—well, I don’t want to say ‘market’—but a great demand outside of Hungary to adopt our orphans. It’s still tricky business—the red tape is both disgraceful and depressing for both sides—but I’m trying to cut through all that as best I can to make it easier for these children to get permanent homes.” Both Katie and David knew Toth was spinning his story as would any industrialist, wanting to show his best side and to avoid talking about the more controversial aspects of his business dealings. Still, Toth’s commitment to philanthropy and in particular to children’s issues seemed genuine. Perhaps it was Harold Neame’s way of making up for his activities during the war. It even occurred to David that maybe this man was not Harold Neame at all. Could it be that Philby had deliberately conflated Neame and Toth just to distance himself from Harry Lime? After all, MI6 had not been able to make any definite link to Toth. And David had not seen the photo of Toth with Greene that Katie had found on the bookshelf. “Another beer, Mr. Greco?” asked Toth. “I’m getting a bit thirsty myself.” He turned to one of his assistants and in Hungarian asked for another beer and a glass of Scotch. “Nothing for you, Miss Cavuto?” “Thanks, I’m good,” she said, flipping her notebook to another page. “Mr. Toth, I couldn’t help notice that on your bookshelf you have a photo of what looks like yourself when you were younger with the British novelist Graham Greene. Did you know him?” Toth took the glass of Scotch from a tray brought by his assistant, took a sip and smiled broadly. “Ah, you noticed that. Superb writer, Greene. As you can see I have many of his books in my collection.” “Yes, I saw that. And you met him?” “Yes, I was fortunate to do so while I was in Vienna after the war. He had come there to do some research for the movie The Third Man. You’ve seen it? Quite an amazing depiction of the mood in postwar Eastern Europe. All that desolation, the intrigue and corruption, and a good murder mystery to boot.” “Was that picture taken at the amusement park with the Ferris wheel?” asked Katie. “Ah, you’ve got a good eye. Do you know Vienna?” “No, I’ve never had the chance to visit.” “Gorgeous city. Even after the war. It really wasn’t much damaged by the Allies. Now it’s one of the most beautiful cities in the world.” “So that was the Ferris wheel,” Katie continued, “the one in the film where Greene’s hero meets Harry Lime?” “The very same. In fact, I took Greene out there. I thought it might make a good location for his movie.” David looked at Katie and stifled his surprise, then said, “That’s pretty amazing, Mr. Toth. I can imagine that you had something to do with the plot line of the final script, with Lime involved in selling bad penicillin. Was that really going on in Vienna?” “Oh, indeed it was,” said Toth, whose demeanor had taken on a more sober aspect. “It was a terrible thing going on through the black market. Poor children. I had tried to help stamp it out while I was there, and I believe I told Greene about it. I didn’t know he’d use it in his script.” Katie and David had to be very careful with their inquiries from that point on. If Toth were Neame, he might already suspect the Americans knew about him and his activities in Vienna. If not, Toth might be very helpful locating Harold Neame, whose career seemed to so closely mirror his own. Katie glanced at David, took a little breath and asked, “Mr. Toth, when you were in Vienna, did you ever run into a man named Harold Neame? He supposedly was wanted by the military authorities for selling fake penicillin but was never apprehended.” Toth drew himself up on the sofa and said, “I was under the impression this was to be an interview about my current business dealings, not about what happened in Vienna fifty years ago.” “Well,” said Katie, “it’s just that I was intrigued by the photo of you with Graham Greene and your telling us you knew and advised him on the script.” “And what does this Harold Neame have to do with me?” David gave a very slight nod to Katie, who paused, then asked, “Mr. Toth, is it possible that you are Harold Neame?” Toth shook his head, put down his whisky and said, “I was wondering when you’d ask me that. I don’t know how or why you’ve made such a connection, but I expected the question was coming. You see, Miss Cavuto, Mr. Greco, I did a little research on the two of you. I read what your editor sent but dug a little deeper and found the two of you have been involved in the hunt for some, shall we say, nefarious people, including the Mafia, the Russians and the Chinese. I understand, Miss Cavuto, you won some kind of journalistic prize for your investigative stories?” Katie nodded but didn’t feel the need to boast about what Toth already knew. “And Mr. Greco here has always been there to save you from yourself, isn’t that true, Mr. Greco? Well, let’s see just how good you are in that role.” Toth turned to his two assistants and said something that made one of them draw a gun from inside his coat. The other moved towards the two Americans holding two sets of handcuffs. “What the hell d’you think you’re doing?” shouted David. “I am tying you both up. I’m afraid you crossed a line of inquiry I find quite unacceptable. You didn’t ask too many questions. You just asked the wrong ones.” Katie struggled when the man attempted to put the cuffs on her but David knew it was useless and just allowed it to happen, hoping he could figure a way of getting rid of them, throwing the guards off balance and getting hold of the gun. Then the other man drew a gun and David knew there was nothing he could possibly do. “You got too close to the truth,” said Toth. “Of course, you don’t know all of it, or even two sides of the story, but I’m not about to explain it all to you.” “So, then, you are Harold Neame, and you were selling bad penicillin in Vienna after the war?” asked Katie. “You know, I’ve always thought it preposterous when at the end of a bad melodrama the villain has the hero at his mercy and brags in detail about his crimes. Spills the beans, so to speak. And then somehow the hero escapes and tells everyone everything. I have no desire to do so with you two. I’ll only say that, yes, I was once a British citizen named Harold Neame and then I wasn’t anymore. I would, however, be interested in what put you on my trail after so many years. I assume you spoke with MI6, though I can’t imagine what they had on me after 1955 or so.” © John Mariani, 2016 ❖❖❖ NOTES FROM THE WINE CELLAR
AUSTRIAN WINES ADAPT FOR THE NEXT QUARTER CENTURY By John Mariani The Vineyards at Neingeschraenkte
It
is one of those curiosities of the wine business
that as German wine consumption in Germany has
declined, sales of Austrian wines in Germany
have increased, along with expansion in the
U.S., the third biggest export market, with a
11.2% increase in value in post-Covid 2022.
Overall, sales reached €231 million. ❖❖❖ WHY THERE'LL ALWAYS BE AN
ENGLAND
"A
resident
of 1950s Britain would find their brain collapsing
if they were to stumble upon Cosmo. I was born in
1995 and my brain seems to be collapsing too.
Noodles sulk next to hash browns. By the spring
rolls, onion rings. Macaroni cheese and mashed
potatoes seem to have adopted each other’s taste by
sheer proximity. Adjacent to the carvery roast
dinner, the sushi makes me feel like I’m taking my
life into my hands. It tastes like being
waterboarded by the Atlantic Ocean. We think of
fusion food as something high end, but this is
fusion food too. Everything here, from the chicken
tikka to the pizza slice, is so far from home, so
distinctly British in its adapted form."—Charlotte
Ivers, London Times (10/23).
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