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...meet Inspector Herman Lang, employed by the makers of the famed U.S. secret Norden bombsight. He was to set up a radio transmitter and operate it. So, weighted down with instructions, fake names, five messages in microfilm hidden in his watch, and $1,000 for a starter, William Sebold returned to Manhattan...
When he was 15, Germany went to war. Big for his age, slow-spoken, a heavy-set boy with a flair for mechanics, William Sebold went too; before he was 19 he was a machine-gunner on the Western Front. When the Ruhr was swept by the Revolution, William Sebold lived through it. Later, like many another German of his generation, he went to sea. For years he lived the rootless, lonely, self-contained life of the post-war wanderers, never quite able to master the language of the people he lived with, never quite at home among them...
Eventually Sebold landed in California, wandered over the U.S., married in New York at 33, became a U.S. citizen, worked for Consolidated Aircraft in California, gradually lost touch with the Vaterland. After some years Sebold, now a 200-lb., 6-foot man with a slight limp, and a brooding expression, packed up, went back to the Rhineland town where he was born, for a long visit with his family...
Germany under Hitler had changed unrecognizably. Sebold got a job in a turbine factory, tried to settle down. When he got a letter from a Dr. Gassner (Heil Hitler!) asking him to dinner "to talk over old times" he laughed. Friends told him it was no laughing matter, urged him to take the letter to Gestapo headquarters. He did so, found the Gestapo cool, suspicious. Presently another letter came, threatening him unless he met Gassner. He went to the U.S. consul, was advised to leave Germany. But his passport had been stolen. At last William Sebold wrote Gassner: "I accept...
...State Department agent, waiting at the dock, whisked "Spy" Sebold to FBI headquarters. He turned over $910 and the microfilms to an agent, went on FBI's payroll at $50 a week. For the next three months he lived in a maze of instructions even more bewildering than those of Hamburg. A Mr. Price, became William Sebold long enough to set up and operate a radio transmitter (selecting a comfortable house in quiet Centerport...