Chapter 2b: Wall Street Swastika: A Nazi Sandwich
Dora shivered when she remembered the skiff at sea and the threatening note that had been aboard it just for them. She knew that the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler would go to any lengths to get his hands on the Lawrence maps.
The first port of call out of New York was in Boston. They stopped in Boston Harbor for the day. They tied up beside some fishing boats that looked very New England like. Dora assumed they would be marooned aboard the ship for the day sitting there looking out the window and waiting to get underway again. But suddenly at breakfast in the main dining room Winston looked down at this gold pocket watch and said, “We have to rendezvous witn an operative of mine in four hours in Sandwich.”
“Where?” Dora asked, thinking she had not heard the MP right.
“Sandwich, Massachusetts. It’s on the Cape,” Winston replied.
“Why there?” Edward asked.
Winston shrugged. “He was invested in stocks, too. Visiting his brother in the States when the crash occurred. Wanted to console himself for his losses so he said in his last telegram. So he came here to Cape Cod to get over it if there is any way he can. But I’ve picked him as a recipient of the maps.” Winston spoke in a low tone.
“Edward certainly needs to get rid of them,” Dora put her hand on Edward’s arm. “Now that Hitler has a leg up because of the Crash, we don’t want to be the recipients of his unleashed fury.” Dora shuddered at the very thought of it.
“The latest word is that Hitler’s biggest backer, Herr von Wessel, is funneling Hitler five times as much money as before the crash,” Winston revealed.
“Where did you learn that?” Edward asked. “It sounds phenomenal.”
“Apparently it is a big scandal in Germany as we speak,” Winston conceded. “Nobody can believe it in political circles. But what do political circles matter at a time like this? Factories in the Ruhr are laying off workers left and right. All they care about is putting food on the table.
Any leader who promises that they will listen to. It doesn’t matter how he gets his money,” Winston attempted to explain the situation.
They disembarked. A car drove up before them. Winston got in and they followed. He had even arranged for the transportation.
Edward was always the chosen driver as they went south out of the city. Another car seemed to be riding on their bumper. Dora saw it in the rearview mirror.
Edward speeded up. The car speeded up. He turned off the main highway. The other car followed.
“They are after us already,” Dora swallowed hard.
Edward managed to lose them before they arrived in Sandwich.They pulled up in front of a water mill by a stream and got out. They purchased tickets and climbed out of the car.
No one seemed to be waiting for them inside. Edward and Churchill left her standing there to inquire at the desk if anyone had left a note for them. Winston left an alias that he was going by for the purpose of the rendezvous. Just then Dora saw a shadow in the mill stream from behind her. She spun around and gasped as a thug pointed a gun at her.
Dora fled inside the mill. No one was there least of all Winston or Edward. She did not want to scream or she might let the thug know where she was. But soon enough he appeared behind her. She climbed the stairs since it was the only way out of the room. The thug was blocking the only exit. Unfortunately he followed her as she fled.
Dora emerged in a viewing room at the top of the mill. Just on the other side of the railing the water from the stream gushed over the top of the water wheel, forcing it to turn.The creep appeared behind her. There was nowhere to flee. Dora backed up against the railing with the water behind her only feet away. She screamed and screamed and screamed.
Dexter Grist Mill, Sandwich. Cape Cod, Massachussets, USA