1933 Was The Year Of Hitler, FDR, King Kong, And The Old Faithful Plot:
Just as Cheops Books, LLC promised you several months ago, we are publishing the opening scene of the Old Fathful Plot on our blog to celebrate National Park Day today on August 25, the one hundredth year since the National Park Service was founded. Since much of this thriller takes place in Yellowstone National Park in 1933 we thought this was only fitting.
While they are hiding out from Dora’s husband at the Old Faithful Lodge in 1933, Dora and Edward are also hiding Lawrence maps that Churchill has given them and which Hitler would do anything to get his hands on. Enter Helga and Herr von Wessel, Hitler’s top spies. They warn Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora that either they hand over the top secret maps, key to world domination, or they will blow up Yellowstone National Park. They will turn the famous geyser basin into volcanic rubble – and the rest of America, too, which would be buried in volcanic ash just like Pompeii. And if that doesn’t work they have an even darker plot up their sleeves, one that would change history itself.
Here is the opening scene from chapter 1:
Chapter 1:
The Franconia had just docked in the harbor at Manhattan as Dora wrapped her fox stole around herself. She looked around the pier. A man three yards off in a big hat seemed to be eying her.
She wondered if Hitler had sent his spies to New York after her. Edward had sent her a cable a couple of months ago from Europe with the bad news that the man that they had unsuccessfully tried to defeat all during the past decade had just been elected Chancellor of Germany in January. Now he would be after them with renewed efforts. As always, he wanted those top secret Lawrence maps, key to world domination, and would do anything to get them.
Dora looked with anticipation at the ramp that was being connected to the ship. Sure enough just as she had hoped a blond head in a bowler hat in civilian dress showed himself first in line to disembark. She watched him search the pier looking for her. She raised her hand, smiled, and he saw her.
Spies or no spies nothing could keep her from Colonel Sir Edward Ware, her long time fiance. She dashed toward him, her high heels striking the pavement as she wove in and out of the crowd as others started to disembark behind her beloved on leave from the British army at Mid-East Headquarters in Cairo. He hurried toward her from the ship, and they met midway on the pier. She leaped into his arms. She had not seen him now since Christmas of 1932. It was well into the New Year, and his visit had been delayed by military operations in Cairo. Now she could cling to him and kiss him again and again.
“I bet you longed for the sight of land all the way here!” She kissed him on the cheeks. “I remember looking out at the gray nothingness and counting the whitecaps sloshing past when crossing the North Atlantic. I used to count the number of hours left at sea until we could be together.”
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She did not know how she survived all these constant separations from Edward, all made worse now by this monster, Adolf Hitler.
