THE GREEN KING (part 42)
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The Photographer
from Salzburg
He made a
mistake when he return to Vienna. Not in prowling around the Bohemian
Chancellory, and even in going back into the house. But he asked too many
questions concerning Epke.
In vain. The
name didn’t mean anything to anyone, as if Emma Donin had invented it.
In reality, the
very fact that he had learned this name revealed the progress he had made. The
same held true for the curiosity he showed concerning the exact circumstences
of the death of Anton Hinterseer, ‘the old man with the white hair,’ who had
been in the service of the Klimrod for over fifty years and had been killed by
a military truck. If anything, Reb believed, he had simply been assassinated by
Epke.
The tall,
blond, and very handsome man in SS general’s uniform described by Emma Donin
was, of course, Erich Steyr.
And Steyr as
well as as Epke saw in Reb Klimrod’s inquiries described by Emma Donin was, of
course, Erich Steyr.
And Steyr as
well as Epke saw in Reb Klimrod’s inquiries the sign that he was closing in on
the dreadful truth.
Hartheim castle
is on the road that runs along the Danube when you go from Linz northwest to
Passau in Germany. The place is called Alkhoven. It’s a small, quite village,
the kind you find by the hundreds in northern Austria. From Alkhoven to Linz is
only a little over nine miles.
The castle is a
large building, pierced by several blind windows, Renaissance-type, in the
heavy and lugubrious German taste of Emperor Maximilian. A vast courtyard
surrounded by rather nice colonnades doesn’t succeed in diminishing the
sinister impression of the whole place, which is dominated by four tower.
TO BE CONTINUED
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