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woman, for he took me back to my hotel in his brand new big American car.

In the lobby I was paged to the telephone. One of the French Embassy staff wanted to meet me at the hotel but, out of caution, in a room other than mine. The diplomat, who turned out to be Jewish, had kept up with my previous activities. He told me that I had not been received at the Embassy because I had not come on an official mission, but the Embassy was eager to examine my documents. Could I trust him with them? He said he would have them photocopied. So, naturally, I gave them to him.

In the afternoon the radio announced that the French ambassador had just requested extradition. I felt relieved. During the night an American press correspondent woke me up to tell me that I was going to be expelled in the morning for having violated the tourist regulations.

And, indeed, on Wednesday a worried Greminger, whose desk was piled high with all the morning newspaper stories about Barbie, asked me to leave that same day for Paris via Lima. He was being pressured about that, and he himself reserved a seat for me and then told me to come back to see him at 2 P.M. Meanwhile, de Hoyos interviewed me on the road above La Paz. I learned that Colonel Mario Zamorra, the Minister of the Interior, had just announced that I had been expelled from the country, but when I met Greminger that afternoon, he said that news was incorrect.

"You have not been expelled," he told me, "but I need some more documents, and you are the only one who can get them for me. I have decided to work with you, and I have just told the press." Indeed, his statement appeared that afternoon: "Mme. Klarsfeld has left of her own accord."

Two policemen and an automobile were put at my disposal. We stopped at the French Embassy, where I picked up my data, and then at the hotel, where I telephoned several reporters and took away with me the reel of film Ladislas de Hoyos had given me.

Late that afternoon two Lima police inspectors took me to an office. I was not to wander about the city. "We are here to see to your safety," they told me. "You risk being killed by Nazi organizations in Lima that are furious over the campaign you have launched against them in South America."

I reached Herbert John by telephone, and he told me that
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