They never found him! A pale young man ran in and slammed his fist on a massive table littered with papers, newspapers, maps, pencils and pens. Some of the impact rolled and fell to the floor, splattering the last of the ink. Bertrand de Gault calmly raised his eyes from the newspaper he was reading at that moment, and from under his forehead looked at the man who had run in.Peter, it's been several years since I expressed my desire to find Jack the Ripper," he said calmly. “Eight, to be exact. This is not a joke. They have already forgotten here, and few in France remember the “Boulanger case” *, and the collapse of the Panama Canal construction company **, and the Dreyfus affair ***, and the unrest of trade unions ****, which no one knows how else to end. There are many events, they do not keep up with each other, but every time you run into my office, like into a tavern. Yes, I know they didn't find it. What versions were put forward, one another is more interesting. They
Many years have passed since the incomprehensible and terrible crimes of Jack the Ripper. But until now, his secret, like the secret of Jack the Jumper, who has been appearing in London for eighty years, has not been revealed. The suspects were from different walks of life. These are surgeons, since the bodies were gutted with skill, and crazy policemen, and the agent of the tsarist secret police, Russian doctor Mikhail Ostrog, and the grandson of Queen Victoria, Prince Albert Victor, and a certain Montague John Druitt, whose body was found in the Thames after last kill. Author William Stewart suggested that the Ripper was a female midwife who traded in clandestine abortions. John Ross, a former police officer who in the last years of his life was in charge of the police museum, claimed that the Ripper is Kosminsky, about whom almost nothing is known, except for his last name. In February 1894 analyst Sir Melvy D. McNaughton, Mr. Ross's predecessor, compiled a seven-page observation
Frau Reitch, you will not stay here! You are leaving immediately! - Loud cries of Adolf Hitler preceded his impetuous appearance in the room. “I stay here and share the fate of my nation!” And you, a talented pilot and a fearless woman, must save yourself in order to give birth to such devoted children in Germany as you!My Fuehrer! I won't let you die! "Storch" stands opposite the Brandenburg Gate. You fly away, I will take you away.No, Frau Hanna! I order you! There was sadness in the woman's eyes. But she pulled herself together.Your order is sacred to me, my Fuhrer.Understand, Frau Hanna. If people like you, loyal to the Reich, begin to bend, then who will remain? Traitors, ready to give up Germany to all the farmers from Texas, pigs from Muscovy and traders from London. If you die, who will come to replace you? Only the name will remain of the great Germany. While you and all Germans loyal to the Reich can eventually destroy these inferior Jews, Slavs, Anglo-Saxons an
Late at night, under the flashes of shells, a beaten man came out of the secret passage of the Reich Chancellery, barely on his feet. Staggering, in torn clothes, he went to the side, from where, in addition to explosions, echoes of Russian speech were heard. A few minutes later, another man in torn and dirty underwear came out of the same secret passage. He quickly moved in the opposite direction. So Gilbert Muller, nee Guillaume le Mouy, ended up in the location of the Russian units, and Bert Goppe - Bertrand de Gau, - units of the Allies. As for Martin Bormann, it is still impossible to say for sure whether the Reichsleiter of Berlin escaped. Versions about death and salvation have been arising for more than half a century. According to the official version, which was supported by the Soviet side, Martin Bormann, after the death of Hitler, tried to break through the advancing units of the Red Army with the help of detachments of five or six people from the people remaining in the
Finally, the forest ended with a clearing, which in turn turned into a small clearing. The outlines of a castle rose on the horizon . Light shone from two windows. The trees creaked ominously in the wind. The road through the clearing led to a high wrought-iron gate that locked a stone fence. When the car pulled up, the gate swung open noiselessly and closed behind her just as silently. After making a semicircle around the dark mass of a flower bed, the flowers of which were difficult to see in the dark, the car stopped in front of a high dark door, which immediately swung open. A tall, gray-haired man in a gray sweater stood in the doorway. Approaching him with a simple luggage, Boris shuddered: on both eyes of the man there were thorns that completely covered the pupils.Welcome to us, - he said in a hollow voice and smiled. His face instantly changed: he looked like a cunning dwarf. Pierre will take your things. A stocky man with a stiff expression stepped out o
The silence was broken by the melodious chime of a clock that stood somewhere in the darkness. The candles had long been extinguished, and only the light of the moon, softly pouring from the window, dispelled the darkness. The clock, having finished cooing, struck eleven.It's time to get up, - Katya said languidly, stretching under a light sheet. The shifted corner revealed Boris's contentedly resting nature.So you can’t see a damn thing, ”he muttered, sitting up on the bed.And what? - Katya jumped off easily and ran barefoot to the door. – Peter! she called. - Light!What are you? - Boris involuntarily covered his penis with a sheet and stared in amazement at Katya. - Cover up! But she did not pay attention to his words, impatiently tapping her bare foot at the door, while the impassive Pierre lit the candles in the room. He walked from one chandelier to another. It seemed that the darkness and twilight did not bother him at all. When he finished with th
Entering, he saw the hostess standing by the fireplace. In her hand was a frighteningly long mouthpiece, at the end of which a cigarette smoldered, spreading a sweet, intoxicating aroma.I don’t understand you, Boris,” she said. - Why was it necessary to hide and eavesdrop if you are a member of the family, and everything will be told to you anyway?However, about Agnia, you fooled me. Boris walked over to the fireplace and took a cigar from a box on the shelf. The flame of the candle danced merrily at the tip. The woman smiled as she puffed out a puff of smoke.You already think we're out of your mind. What if we told you the whole truth right away? You would run and call a psychiatrist here. We don't need more noise today. Boris thought and nodded in agreement.You were talking about guests. Will there be someone else? The woman stepped away from the fireplace and, taking a cigarette out of the holder, put it out in an ashtray on the table.I received a
The room they arrived at was huge, dark, lit only by candles and torches. Through the high window openings one could see the starry sky and the full moon. A circle was drawn in the middle of the room, in which a pentagram was inscribed. There was an inscription in Latin around the circle, black candles burned at the corners of the pentagram. A cross was inscribed inside the pentagram. A smaller part of him was looking at the door. In the place where the planks of the cross met, there was a bowl. Along the walls of the round room were couches with pillows and bedspreads, which could be guessed from the outlines, since most of the room was in the shade. Bertrand de Gault came out of the darkness with a tarred torch.“Here you are,” he said, and lit a torch from a nearby candle. Sweetish smoke drifted across the room. Bertrand waved his hand. Pierre put a three-legged stool over the cup in a pentagram and led Boris to it. Boris, who had already begun to have its effect on the smoke,