Suddenly the door opened and a beautigul blonde sergeant rushed in and put a folder on the captain’s desk, then exited in the same military precision as Lt. Pennington. DeWohl eyed her every move. “Well, I think my interest in British military matters just increased.”
“Thank-you, Rachel.” The Jameson said, ignoring DeWohl’s comment.
Jemeson pulled a group photographs from the delivered file and handed one to DeWohl. “Will you please point out Dr. Fesel?”
DeWohl took the photograph and spotted him immediately. “There, that’s Fesel.” DeWohl pointed. A much younger Fesel I must say.” Jameson nodded in the affirmative. DeWohl was in fact, how he claimed to be. His papers were also in perfect order thanks to Count von Hoogerwoerd’s connections – and bribes – at the Hungarian Embassy in Portugal.
DeWohl sensed he was accepted. “When was that photograph taken, by the way? Ten, fifteen years ago?”
“Fourteen. This is the only photograph we have of him, and we weve damn lucky to get hold of it. Actually, a refugee…” Jameson pointed at one of the men in the photograph, “…was the one who brought this to us and pointed him out.” Jameson then handed the photo back to DeVohl. “Do you know any of the other men in this photo?”
“Hmmm.” DeWohl studied the photograph carefully. It showed nine men posing in what appeared to be an excavataon site in Egypt or Iraq. By odd coincidence, he recognized one of the men as the husband of one of his astrology clients in Berlin. “Yes, this man is Herr Joseph Strumpenfeld. A ghastly character, simply’ghastly.” DeWohl now tried to sound like his soon-to-be British colleagues, for he correctly sensed that his next paycheck would be coming from this office. If he played his cards correctly, DeWohl would get what he wanted – something he had dreamed about since he was a little boy – a uniform.
“Mr. DeWohl, can you tell me something about him?”
DeWohl actually never met Strumpenfeld, but had seen his photograph on the parlor table when he visited Frau Strumpenfeld to discuss her horoscope. Luckily, Lily Strumpenfeld’s conversations over her horoscope chart manifested as hostilities and blame directed towards her husband. DeWohl had hours of intimate insight to relay to Captain Jameson.
DeWohl was also lucky Lily went through all of his papers and belongings to see if her husband was having an affair. Instead of a secret lover, she discovered a secret project. She described all this to DeWohl the diplomat from Hungary when he was von Wohl the Berlin astrologer. Although back then DeWohl thought what she was describing was total nonsense and fantasy, he described in detail to Captain Jameson all he could remember Lily revealed.
“What? Flying aircraft with no wings?”
“I saw the photographs myself.”
“Four thousand kilometers in an hour?”
“That’s what the reports stated, and they were official papers. I held them in my hands.”
Jameson got on the phone to the Naval Office.
Later that day Admiral Payne was reading the details of this new Wunderweapon collected by Jameson. DeWohl’s statements also revealed how the Nazis were roaming the entire world to merge their technology and the spiritual forces found in ancient religious artifacts. In the report also was how in 1935 the Dalai Lama’s regent in Tibet shared a ‘dark sun’ force with the leader of an SS expedition – led by Ernst Schäfer – when the name Karl Ernst Krafft caught his eye on the same page.
This was the third time today the Swiss astrologer’s name crisscrossed Admiral Payne’s life – and each time sent from different source: Stephan Johanstall in Berlin, Lord & Lady Hightower in Scotland, and now Louis DeWohl, newly arrived in London.
“Who is this Krafft?” Admiral Payne thought. The papers on his desk confirmed that Karl Ernst Krafft had connections to Himmler, Hess, Göring, Goebbels, other top Nazi leaders, generals, and even apparently to Hitler himself.
Was Krafft the magician behind the dark forces the Nazis were using?
“Their power is great my dear.” Lady Hightower answered solemnly. “They found a way to draw the dark forces from their own people, without the population even being aware of it.”
“And right under our noses…” Lord Everton added, “…we are of another vintage… they use the dark force in a new way.”
“They’ve mastered the art by going beyond the senses.”
Both husband and wife spoke as if their guest the Admiral was not present.
“Hard liquor of the mind…”
“…his third eye…”
“…drunk on the rainbow bridge…”
The Admiral bit his tongue. He wanted answers but at the same time became hypnotized when the two eccentrics talked of things from a different world, in a different language. Then suddenly both looked at Admiral Payne. An eerie silence fell over the room.
Lady Hightower shook her head as one does when no answers are present. The Admiral felt a warmth rush over his body as if he felt what their thoughts and words were creating.
“I think the Admiral has felt something that can help us!” Ella said calmly.
“What, me?” The Admiral was stunned at first, but then a memory appeared in his mind. A picture from when he was in Munich with Prime Minister Chamberlain in their meeting with Hitler over Czechoslovakia. A feeling from that meeting followed.
The image and feeling soon overwhelmed him, just as it did when all of the Germans jumped to their feet to give the Nazi salute when Hitler entered the room. There was a certain power when they snapped their heels and simultaneously raised their stiffened arm over their head. A power even he could feel watching from a distance.
The elderly couple seemed to sense what Admiral Payne now remembered – and felt.
“My word…! That’s how they mix their drinks! Did you see that my dear?”
“Yes. Yes. Can you imagine the power he receives? From an entire nation, that being done everyday? My word! Everyday?”
“Every day? Every hour. Every sip. Every time anyone greets another, my dear.” The old man was in agony over the idea. “How could we have not seen this?”
“Please, what are you talking about?” Admiral Payne interrupted, he could see the more they talked the more they became upset. “What power? Who is receiving this every minute?”
“Were you inebriated? You held the answer all this time and you really don’t know?” Lord Everton seem almost angry.
“Dear,” Lady Hightower gently said, “the Admiral is our guest. He came here and helped us, let us in return be thankful and help him.”
Lord Everton gave a ‘hrmmp’. He was still extremely upset.
“You were there. You saw it. You felt it, didn’t you?” Lady Hightower looked in the Admiral’s eyes. He could feel her sympathy.
“Feel what?” Payne said, still confused.
“What they were doing. When they do their strange salute, snapping their heels, raising their arms and shouting Heil Hitler. You felt that, didn’t you?”
“Well, I guess I did. It kind of gave me the willies.”
“Exactly. It gave you the willies since you felt the power created when they do that.”
Admiral Payne again entered an area of life he had no knowledge. “What power?”