Murder At Hamlet’s Castle:
Dora Benley has authored the 12th volume of the Edward Ware Thrillers at War Series, and they are still coming adding more volumes. In the future look for more adventures including upcoming Murder at Hamlet’s Castle. Edward and Dora are always looking for places to conceal the much sought after Lawrence maps. They have hidden them everywhere from the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum, to the floorboards beneath the bedroom at Edward’s estate in the south of England, to Dora’s bedroom in Oakhurst outside Pittsburgh during the First World War, to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains outside Santa Fe, New Mexico, at the Rose Tree Museum in Tombstone, Arizona, at Winston Churchill’s estate, Chartwell in Kent, in the tent at Petra in the Syrian desert while fighting with Lawrence of Arabia, and up Edward’s sleeve everywhere he goes as a Colonel in His Majesty’s Armed Forces.
Why shouldn’t the much fabled maps be associated with Hamlet? Apparently in the bowels of Kronburg Castle in Helsingor, or Elsinore in the play, the Danish Prince constructed a vast storage area where he was storing military supply equipment and secret plans and maps for conquering the enemy named Fortinbras whom his father, the previous king of Denmark, was trying to defeat. The castle fell into ruins and very few people remembered the secret chamber. Winston Churchill chanced upon information about it in his researches to European history, and of course Hamlet was a real prince and not just the fictional creation of Shakespeare’s imagination.
So Dora and Edward decide to hide the Lawrence maps there thinking that no one will find them. But that was in the 1930’s. What happens when the Nazi overrun Denmark? Dora and Edward had better get those maps out of there quickly or there will be hell to pay for all of Europe and the civilized world. To be or not to be? They won’t get the chance when Hitler invades. They just won’t be and neither will Denmark.
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Helga Takes Edward Captive in Denali:
“You do have Lady Ware in your custody, don’t you?” Helga prompted the monster.
The creature nodded and answered in some sort of incomprehensible brogue that sounded like a combination of very bad Russian and something else —- maybe Alaskan? He could not imagine where she had gotten a worker like that —- from the Russian goolag? Siberia? Edward did want to probe too deeply into whether he was really human or not.
“She will be our next experimental victim,” said the man that Helga had termed Dr. Frankenstein.
What was he, a Nazi reject from the Third Reich? Had he taken refuge in Russia after the war?
“So you see, Edward?” Helga purred as she reached out to smooth down his collar. “You don’t really have any choice but to do as I say, right?” she prompted him.
Edward could see the writing on the wall as he followed her into an inner room in this Ice Palace of hers. She led him into her inner sanctum to her bed. He knew her ways from long ago. Soon she was undressed beckoning to him as she had done thousands of times before. He did not want to approach her bed. He knew what would happen from long experience, but he had no choice.
Soon her long, svelte arms were around him pressing her hands into all his pockets as she stripped him of his clothing piece by piece. As he plunged into her he remembered long ago scenes where they lay in the rose-colored sands by the red colored walls of Petra in the Syrian Desert making and conceiving their bastard son together. But he tried to put it aside. He knew what would come next.
“Oh, look what I found!” Helga waved a note in the air. It was from Churchill, of course, talking about Kruschev and Lawrence’s latest map defending Britain against Russian nuclear attack. “This is just the sort of thing I am paid to find.” Her eyes glittered. “If you hand over that map, I will give you back your wife.”
Fortunately Helga was so mesmerized by her “find” that she could not help staring at it intensely as if it would give up even more secrets with intense scrutiny. Edward took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration to creep up behind the naked woman and gag her, tying a cloth around her mouth. After that he bound her to the bedpost with more sashes and ties and torn sheets.
Edward quickly dressed and made his way out the back of her bedroom into the snow. He knew he had but a short time to find his wife and be out of harm’s way. Who knew what kind of creeps and misbegotten creatures Helga had collected here to help her with her spying mission for a Russian dictator.
He noticed the dimensions of the compound huddling down towards the ground and much of it underground. A good snow could cover it all so that it would not be visible. The runway could easily be covered. A careless park ranger might not notice anything at all.
Edward figured that Dora must be hidden in the main building up ahead. But before he could reach it he saw a figure emerge dragging a woman tied up with ropes. He started to head across the snowy field with her pushing her ahead of him.
Edward quickly started after them. But he could not reach the man with the fighting woman who began to look more and more like Dora before he reached a dog sled. He was off mushing the dogs leaving Edward in the snow that had started to fall.
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Russian Blackmail at the Ice Palace:
Edward realized in the short time it had taken to finish the ride showing off all the prisons in the Ice Palace, it took just the same amount of time to resort to deviltry. But then, what else would you expect of Helga von Wessel?
Edward turned to his wife to head back to their apartments in the Ice Palace. “Dora?” he said. He looked from side to side. She was nowhere to be found.
“It is easy to get lost in the Ice Palace,” Helga purred cynically. “All you have to do is take one wrong turn —- and you are gone, perhaps for good. We are connected to the great, vast wilderness here. Doors open to the outside at every turn. I do hope Dora has not been caught in a snowstorm.” She laughed.
Edward lunged for her. He took her slim, white, swan’s neck in his hands and backed her up against the wall. He had not touched that vile flesh in years. He made him cringe even now and brought back a flood of unwanted memories from the past and even the long past when he had been her lover. In a flash he recalled lying with her in a field near the gates of the Syrian town of Petra during the Great War. It was on the other side of the world from where he now found himself. And at this distance in time it seemed like a dark fantasy and not very real.
“Touch me,” Helga threatened with a glimmering smile on her face, “and you will risk never seeing your wife again.”
“You have kidnapped her once again, haven’t you?” Edward accused the witch who had often made off with his wife in times past in locales as different as Santa Fe, New Mexico and Southampton, England. She always wanted something, and she wanted it bad.
Helga chortled as he fingered he neck.
“What do you want this time?” he demanded.
“I was wondering when you would ever get around to asking something practical like that!” she eyed him knowingly.
“Answer me!” He shook her hard.
“Churchill and Eisenhower no doubt have certain documents that they share about Kruschev, certain spy documents. I want to see them,” she asserted.
“I don’t have access to such papers. I am no longer a spy. I am retired from the army and have taken up a position as the black rod of the House of Lords,” he confessed the truth.
She smirked. “But your friendship with Churchill goes back a long, long way. I think he will know where to find them and he might sympathize with your plight. At least I do hope so.”
“You bitch!” he exclaimed.
“Also I have heard that since your retirement you still meet with Lawrence in secret. He is still busy drawing maps to defend and attack against the Russians if they should ever decide to attack the west. I want those papers, too,” Helga insisted.
Helga was eternally dangerous and eternally the same like the far side of the moon. He could see why the Cold War with the Russians was really cold.
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Helga von Wessel Book Covers: Edward Ware Thrillers at War:
Helga von Wessel will lend her looks and her demonic stare to two upcoming bookcovers in the Edward Ware Thrillers at War Series. In October Cheops Books LLC will publish Hitler’s Agent with Helga striding across the book cover. Soon after that Cheops Books LLC will publish Unlocking Trinity about the Manhattan Project will Helga glaring at you on the book cover. She gets around. But that is her chief talent as the most famous Cheops Books LLC villainess of all time.
Helga von Wessel, Hitler’s chief agent or spy, was born a dirt poor Arab near the tiny town of Petra in what is now Jordan and was then Syria in the later years of the nineteenth century. She made her way by marrying an Arab named Mohammed who beat her and threatened her and whom she murdered during the Great War when she was spying for the Kaiser and taking German money. Then she married Herr von Wessel who brought her money and connections to Hitler. She acquired a certain fashion gloss, always wearing the latest Coco Chanel original. But she never forgot that her chief aim in life was to get those Lawrence maps for Hitler and give him the key to world domination. It is all part of what makes Helga such a delightful villainess.
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