Epilogue
“He is ready to see you now,” the blond, blue-eyed male secretary announced in German.
Alexander Price looked up a little bewildered. He’d been waiting on a very uncomfortable hard chair for nearly two hours. He stood up, stretched his legs a little to dispel the ache caused by sitting for so long and headed in through the luxurious wood-panelled door next to the secretary’s desk. The secretary eyed him harshly as he passed by.
The office was very spacious, with luxuriously decorated walls, but sparsely furnished.
Alexander raised his right arm and shouted, “Heil Hitler!”
Before him, sat the Fuhrer, behind a polished mahogany desk with an oversized lamp on it. He looked at Alexander with piercing eyes, for an agonizingly long time. Then he said, “You have lost the item and bl
