My dad, the reluctant Nazi spy

What one death concealed, another eventually revealed.

Wolfgang Hugo Friedrich Nabert, circa 1942

In the week before Halloween my grade six teacher read The Murders in the Rue Morgue out loud to my class, providing my first exposure to Edgar Allen Poe. When she reached the unfamiliar word “macabre,” a student stuck up her hand. “Miss, what’s that mean?” Dutifully, she opened the well-used Oxford English Dictionary on…