The two guards flanking the Sturmbannführer should not have surprised Leo, but they had. Armed Nazis were never something that a man wanted to face, and if that man was a Brit with Jewish ancestry it was even worse. He blinked at the man's words, directed not at him, but the intent was clear;
try to leave, Juden, and you'll see my wrath.
Leo's eyes jerked to Jane's face as the harsh leader pulled her away, and for a moment the attorney almost reached out to stop them. It wouldn't have helped her cause in any way, and he would have most likely received a rifle butt to his face, so Leo simply stepped back as his door was drawn to a close.
He wished he could lock the door. The latch was still broken, and he knew that even if it worked, a determined man could break the metal and force his way inside. There was still the matter of the woman under his bed. If she was still alive…
Was she still alive?
He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It was all business clothes – linen slacks and nothing good for living, or running – and if they chose to jail him, whatever he wore would be what he had. Quickly he changed his clothing into something more practical, and put on the kind of clothing he would wear if he was going into Constantinople's nearby wilds on a hike or a light bird hunt. Sensible boots, thicker fabric trousers, and a white button-down shirt that afforded him free use of his arms, unlike the more constrictive dress shirts. He hoped he was wrong about his fate, but being arrested in his room was akin to being tried and judged.
Once he was dressed he got down next to the bed and extended a hand to check on the woman. His fingers found her pulse, and though it was slow and steady, it was beating. He was torn; he didn't know why she had come to his room. Yet the mere presence of her there made him a criminal in the Sturmbannführer's eyes. The woman was certainly an Aryan. He was not. Whether he had actually touched her, he would be deemed a rapist and condemned.
Leo struggled with his thoughts. On one hand he could try to revive her and save her life, although that would undoubtedly condemn his own. On the other hand, he could push her from the train, but that would be a death sentence to her, and his own soul would suffer the consequence.
He slid out from beneath the bed and went to the window, peaking out at the sky. It was almost completely dark. If he waited another hour, it was less likely that anyone would see anything outside aside from the lights from nearby towns and the moon. He felt like there was a heavy stone in his heart; save himself, possibly, and condemn the fräulein, or try to save her and let himself be labeled a rapist. Then there was the fact that he was bound to be condemned no matter what. If Müller wished, he could arrest Leo merely for the crime of being a Jew.
He felt like his options had all been depleted. His eyes went to the window once more. Another hour, and then he'd make his decision. Guiltily he hoped that the blond would expire on her own in that time. It was much easier to excuse himself of the crime of sending her out the window if she was already dead.
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