Episode 19 All Through The Hart

Jennifer stands outside on the terrace overlooking the view of Villa Garden. She stands near the edge, talking to Max on the telephone. Jennifer has removed her earrings and has the cord wrapped around her fingers. A full glass of Champagne is seated on a table among two comfortable looking blue chairs across from her.

“We’ll be going to Geneva next week before we return to Los Angeles. Jonathan has to fly over to Switzerland on urgent business. A business associate called early this morning. He wants Mr. H to get to Geneva soon as it’s convenient,” Jennifer says into the mouthpiece casually. “How is Freeway and everything at the house?”

“Everythin’ is honky-dory, Mrs. H, except Freeway misses you and Mr. H. He won’t stay in his doggy bed. That dog jumps onto my bed in the middle of the night,” Max replies helplessly.

“Oh, poor baby!” Jennifer exclaims sympathetically, regret apparent from the tone in her voice.

“He keeps hoggin’ the covers," Max continues with a tone of annoyance and defeat. “I’m fed up with it. I keep the TV on at night so Freeway can watch Lassie reruns while keepin’ still. It’s the only way I can get any sleep here at night.”

“Max!” Jennifer exclaims, concern coming over her suddenly at the mention of their beloved dog watching Lassie reruns late at night. “Remember Freeway is a very sensitive dog. You know how Lassie always upsets him,” she reminds him. Her expression is one of disapproval.

“No need to fret, Mrs. H. Freeway has learned by now that Lassie will be comin’ home by the end of ‘em episodes. He only barks when it’s a commercial break,” Max assures Jennifer calmly and gently.

Jennifer is about to respond when she suddenly hears a loud and distracting noise in the background. She looks into the mouthpiece as if she can see what is going on back home in California from staring into the instrument. Jennifer returns the receiver to her ear. “What is going on?” Jennifer asks, caught off guard by the unpleasant intrusion.

Max, wearing his usual pajamas and robe, stands in the kitchen next to the oven, talking to Jennifer from the wall telephone. He starts to raise his voice while an older and greasy-looking plumber attempts to fix the sink. The plumber is in his early eighties. The man is using a wrench on the pipes as if it’s a hammer. The result is a noise that would cause anyone in ear rage to suffer from a headache. He is wearing hearing aids. His hearing impairment probably explains why he uses the tool as if it were for hanging pictures rather than repairing pipes. Freeway, sitting across from the sink, watches the plumber. He looks as if he disapproves of the commotion.

“The plumber finally showed up to repair the sink,” Max explains, covering up his ears in a futile attempt to block out the insufferable noise.

“It certainly took long enough. I called him three months ago,” Jennifer replies with a sigh.

If the sound of the wrench being banged against the pipes wasn’t enough of a distraction now, she hears what sounds like drilling and other construction sounds.

“What else is going on?” Jennifer asks in disbelief, raising her voice, careful not to give in to her temptation to yell into the receiver.

“The kitchen is being done over and painted just like you wanted, Mrs. H. The painter has just started repaintin’ the cabinets, but Freeway ain’t exactly thrilled about the color,” Max replies, close to yelling from his side of the line. The disturbance has gotten on his nerves too.

“Too bad. I didn’t ask for his approval when Jonathan and I picked out the color,” Jennifer says, dismissing Freeway’s disapproval. “I also called to remind you that Jonathan and I are having businessmen and their wives over in three weeks for lunch.”

“Only one problem.”

“What?” Jennifer asks as if to say, what now?

“Kitchen ain’t gonna be finished for a month at least.”

“WHAT?!!! Jonathan invited them several months ago. They are flying in from Japan!!!” Jennifer exclaims with a bit of frustration.

“Ain’t no problem, Mrs. H. I’ll whip ‘em up some sandwiches,” Max insists calmly. He is unfazed by her predicament. 
 
“Max, Jonathan invited those associates over to conclude a business deal for Hart Industries not to have a picnic in our kitchen. Call La Scala and make reservations for twenty-four people.”

“No Japanese? It will make ‘em feel at home.”

“Just make the reservations. I’m sure when they are in America, the last thing they want is to eat Japanese,” Jennifer insists patiently.

“Sure thing. How is Mr. H’s business goin’?”

“I don’t know. He only left for his meeting an hour ago,” Jennifer replies, consulting her watch. “It’s ten o’clock in the morning here.”

While his wife is finishing up her call to their houseman and friend back at their hotel, Jonathan is conducting a business deal on behalf of Hart Industries. The meeting is taking place on the top floor of the thirty-two-floor skyscraper. German businessmen are seated around at a conference table preparing to vote on merging their business with Hart Industries. One woman is among the men gathered around. She is the only female member of the board. The lady, close to her husband, is seated at the back of the table. The couple is across from Jonathan. Their names are Manfred and Ingrid Fuchs. They are a good looking married couple in their fifties. Manfred is a nervous looking type of German businessman with a mustache. Ingrid is more calm and laid back.

The man seated at the head of the table is the CEO. His name is Sebastian Hofmeister. He is a tall and an older white-haired man in his late sixties.

“All in favor of merging Hofemisterbank with Hart Industries, say aye,” Sebastian replies, turning to the board members.

“Aye!” all the board members exclaim willingly and with enthusiasm in union along with Sebastian.

After concluding their business deal the meeting comes to an end. The board members rise from their seats and walk over to a table where coffee had been set up along with mugs and fancy-laced napkins. Jonathan and the other businessmen walk over to help themselves to coffee. Sebastian turns to Jonathan who is pouring the fresh and hot coffee into a cup.

“What are you and your wife’s plans while you are in Germany?” Sebastian asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“My wife has an interest in culture and the art scene, but Jennifer really appreciates everything,” Jonathan replies with a tone of admiration mixed with affection. He pours cream into his coffee while continuing to answer the man’s question. “Jennifer and I are going to an art exhibit this evening. Bachmeier’s Art Galerie recently opened, and she has been anxious to view the exhibit since we received word of this business trip. The young artist is known for doing his modern take on Durer.” Jonathan turns to face the businessman.

Manfred and Ingrid overheard Jonathan’s discussion. They exchange glances. The name of the gallery and the mention of Durer seems to have struck a nerve with them.

“I’ll be there along with my wife. I’m looking forward to meeting Frau Hart,” Sebastian replies with delight, taking his coffee black. “Did Frau Hart tour the Albrecht Durer House in Nurnberg?”

“If the city is associated with art in any way particularly Durer, you can guarantee we’ve toured it. I’ve lost track how many museums we’ve been to these past few weeks,” Jonathan replies with a grin. “Our home is decorated with the finest art. We’ve collected paintings from classic artists on all our travels, and I have a feeling we won’t be returning to Los Angeles empty handed this trip.”

Sebastian smiles. Jonathan starts to exit the conference room with his associate along with the other businessmen. Manfred and Ingrid hurry over to Jonathan. They introduce themselves.

“Are you planning on buying Frau Hart a piece of art?” Manfred asks casually. “My wife and I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.”

“Only if it’s the best. Jennifer deserves nothing less. Are you planning on attending?”

“We were, but after passing by the other day quite frankly I think it’s not worth attending. You could have purchased much more valuable paintings in Los Angeles. I’m at a loss to understand why it sold out. The artist is really overrated. No one can do Durer justice. I have an uncle who can paint like the next Gabrielle Munter.  But at least he has the intelligence and good sense not to show it to outsiders let alone have it hung up in a galerie. My uncle is an amateur painter and like all amateurs their work could use improving,” Ingrid replies, brutally honest.

Jonathan is caught off guard by Ingrid’s frankness and no fear of holding back her honest opinion on the risk of offending anyone.

“I recommend going to Stadel Museum. It’s the best art museum in Frankfurt. I’m positive Frau Hart will find the exhibit dull and not find any painting worth owning. We know the owner personally. They are hosting their own exhibit in a few days. I can make the call and get you and Frau Hart some tickets,” Manfred says, attempting to hide his eagerness.

“I appreciate you trying to save me an evening of boredom, but Jennifer has been looking forward to the exhibit for weeks now. I wouldn’t deprive her of seeing the paintings in person for anything. Besides, it won’t hurt to expand my knowledge of art. And as you said the exhibit is sold out. Excuse me. I promised Jennifer I’d take her out to lunch soon as the meeting was adjourned,” Jonathan replies. “It was nice meeting you,” he adds with a smile. “Guten Tag, Herr and Frau Fuchs,” Jonathan says.

Jonathan places his cup down and leaves the conference room, leaving the husband and wife board members alone. Manfred cusses in German, incensed they couldn’t talk Jonathan Hart out of attending the art exhibit.

“Now, just calm down. Perhaps we are overreacting. Maybe Jonathan Hart won’t even be interested in that painting we have our eyes on. Besides, Bachmeier knows it is to be in our possession as soon as the exhibit is over. We won’t be bidding on it as if it was to be auctioned off. If Hart gets in our way perhaps he can be persuaded to buy another work of art,” Ingrid replies coolly and calmly.

“If not?” Manfred asks skeptically.

The wife pauses before answering her husband. “Then Jonathan Hart will find he has finally met his match. The painting is ours and only ours. We’d been dealing with Bachmeier for years now! We are not going to let some wealthy American tourists interfere with our cause even if their lives depend on it!  If necessary the painting will be destroyed once it serves its purpose!!! Herr Jonathan Hart will find himself in a war with even all of his millions he can not win!!!” Ingrid insists firmly and with deadly assurance.

Jonathan and Jennifer are attending the exhibit that is formal. They are dressed in their best evening attire. Jonathan is wearing a tuxedo as Jennifer is wearing an evening dress. The gallery is packed with some tourist but mostly German locals who have come from all over west Germany to view the exhibit. The showing is just about to begin. Refreshments are being passed out while Beethoven’s well-known music being played.

In the meantime, Jonathan and Jennifer are talking with a local critic and Sebastian. The critic is a bald-headed man in a gray dinner jacket. He is American. The man is average looking, but not bad to look at. Like everyone in attendance he holds a program in his hand. They are standing near the back of the gallery. The art dealer is greeting guests as they enter by the door.

“I was fortunate enough to have viewed some of this young artist’s other works in New York. He really has a way with a paintbrush. The man has even won the Carnegie International  award. He only paints reproductions occasionally. This man will receive nothing but high praise.”

“He certainly is fortunate enough to have a critic all the way from America in his corner. It can be quite a struggle for a young artist starting at the bottom,” Jennifer replies with a smile, impressed by the critic’s attitude. “If you have enough faith in his work I’m certainly looking forward to his paintings that pay tribute to Durer.”

“Faith has nothing to do with my praise, Mrs. Hart. I simply state the truth when it comes to art. His works of art are marvelous. First rate all the way. High class. No doubt about it. I don’t inundate young artist with flattery to boost their much needed ego. If they are worthy of praise then they shall receive it. Honesty is what increases an artist’s drive and determination to better his skill. If one can not learn to paint well then he or she shouldn’t even bother owning a paintbrush. The same goes with a writer. If that person lacks the skill to write why bother owning a typewriter or pencil? They might as well spend their time in the garden planting,” the critic replies in a matter-of fact tone, his attitude common among critics.

Jonathan and Jennifer stare at each other, not expecting that kind of response after he was bragging about the young artist whom they have come to see up close tonight. Just then a guest approaches the critic and whispers something into his ear.

“Excuse me,” the critic says, turning back to the Harts before walking off with the guest.

Jonathan and Jennifer stare after the critic.

“Now I know why a critic is called a critic,” Jonathan replies, turning to Jennifer.

“Did you get the feeling he was trying to tell us something in his sort of nonchalant way?” Jennifer asks, looking at Jonathan. She is still puzzled by the critic’s harsh attitude.

“You mean if you can’t paint why bother owning a paint brush?”

“Or if you can’t write why own a typewriter or pencil?” Jennifer asks, rolling her eyes. “He might as well have said, if you can’t cook why do you own cooking utensils?”

“Now that you brought it up,” Jonathan replies with a thoughtful look.

“Jonathan!” Jennifer exclaims with a smile. She bats him on the shoulder with her evening bag. She bursts into a laugh.

“Say, do you think the paintings are over-rated?” Jonathan asks, turning to Sebastian.

“Nein, Jonathan,” Sebastian replies astonished by the question.

“What made you ask such a question, darling?” Jennifer asks, startled by the question.

“After you left the conference room two of your board members appeared very eager in persuading me not to come to the exhibit. I got the impression they would rather see me drowned in the Main than appear at the showing. Herr Fuchs went as far as to offer me tickets to another exhibit in a few days from now,” Jonathan replies, turning to face his wife and associate.

The associate appears baffled and speechless. “I do not understand why they would do such a thing. Herr and Frau Fuchs never showed any appreciation for our artists in the past. Far as I know they never attended an exhibit before in their lives.” He is aghast.

“Obviously they don’t want us expressing an interest in the exhibit for some reason, and I don’t think it has to do with a sudden overwhelming interest in art. Did you run a background check on them?” Jonathan asks just out of curiosity.

“I certainly did. They are clean. I run a background check on everyone in the company especially members of the board. I am adamant on thorough background checks on anyone I’m associated with when it comes to business. I’ll certainly have a talk with them when I see them at the office,” Sebastian replies with a bit of annoyance.

“Oh, forget it. There was no harm done,” Jonathan replies good-naturedly.

“I wonder what they have against two wealthy American tourists attending an exhibit,” Jennifer replies just as Ingrid and Manfred walk in through the entrance.

“Speak of the devil. You may just get your chance to find out now, darling,” Jonathan says, gesturing toward the couple.

The Harts and Sebastian are shocked to see their appearance at the exhibit. The couple appear not to notice them and walk through the crowds as if to avoid a confrontation.

“They never said a word about coming tonight,” Sebastian says, raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me.” He walks off, leaving Jonathan and Jennifer alone.

“Their presence certainly is a mystery not to mention their behavior,” Jennifer remarks, turning to Jonathan. “What do you make of their sudden change of attitude?”

“For two people who claim the artist is underrated and we could have purchased more valuable paintings back in Los Angeles, I think we can safely assume they are lying about their appreciation of art. The wife’s uncle is a amateur painter. To quote Ingrid directly, ‘And like all amateur painters his work could use improving’,” Jonathan replies.

“And how could they think the work is underrated when the exhibit is being shown the first time tonight?” Jennifer asks, wondering what is going on. “And if they really do not care for art why were they attempting to talk you out of attending the exhibit? These paintings being shown were painted by an upcoming artist. Reproductions aren’t valuable to art collectors. They are not even worth fighting over.”

“Let’s just enjoy the exhibit, darling,” Jonathan replies. “We’ll wait to see if they start acting suspicious toward any of the portraits exhibited here tonight.”

Jennifer nods willingly. Just then the showing is about to start. The art dealer, Bachmeier, a plump and friendly looking gentleman in his early sixties, walks up to the wall. He addresses the crowd to gather their attention. Jonathan and Jennifer excuse themselves as they make their way to the front of the crowd. The paintings, which are about to be unveiled, are separated by rope to limit the guests’ interaction.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time to start the showing.”

After the exhibit is over Jonathan turns to Jennifer. “Excuse me, darling. I see someone I need to talk to.”

Jennifer nods as Jonathan walks over to the art dealer who is talking to the guests who enjoyed the showing particularly the critic. Jonathan stands waiting for his turn to talk to the owner. Bachmeier notices Jonathan. He manages a smile upon seeing him.

“May I be of service to you?”

“Yes, my name is Jonathan Hart, and I would appreciate it if you would put a painting aside for me. I want to surprise my wife so if you could have it ready, I’ll be back to pick it up.”

“Certainly. Which painting expressed your interest, Herr Hart?”


“The reproduction of Durer’s self-portrait. And I’ll be back for it tomorrow afternoon. Could you gift-wrap the painting, please? I’ll pay extra if necessary.”

The art dealer looks stunned and speechless. He takes out a handkerchief to wipe off his face. “The self portrait, main Herr? I’ll gladly gift wrap it for you free of charge. Just call me an hour before you arrive.”

“Danke!” Jonathan replies with a smile. He heads back to Jennifer just as the crowd is breaking up.

Jonathan, taking Jennifer by the hand, exit the gallery along with the others except for Manfred and Ingrid. They turn to look at Bachmeier enraged. He stares at them with a look of helplessness. The man returns his handkerchief to his pocket and heads in the direction of the back office.  Mr. and Mrs. Fuchs stare after the dealer coldly as he disappears out of sight. They now return their attention to the Harts. Manfred and Ingrid approach the front door. They watch as Jonathan and Jennifer are strolling down Frankfurt while holding hands.

“Your worries are now justified. We’ll have to get the painting tonight before Herr Hart returns for it in the afternoon. At least his sudden departure without the painting spares us any problems. We can carry on our assignment without any interference or red-tape,” Ingrid says calmly while still containing the hostility in her voice. She reaches into her purse which contains a pistol.

While walking back to their hotel Jonathan and Jennifer walk to the market where they sample food. They then proceed to stop to make a purchase for wine and gingerbread to take back to their hotel suite. Jonathan also buys Jennifer a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, Jonathan!” Jennifer exclaims, smelling the flowers. “Thank you!” she says, giving her husband a smile. Jennifer returns the gesture with a kiss.

Jonathan kisses Jennifer back. The happy couple resume their walk. They continue on to Romberg. While walking through they admire the sights, passing Town Hall on their way. Once they reach the Goddess of Justice statue they stop.

Jennifer places her hand on the statue before indulging Jonathan in the history of the square.

“You know, darling, the first trade fairs took place here in this square,” Jennifer says, contemplating. She pauses a moment before continuing. “And the Town Hall was once the site for the Holy Roman Emperors held their coronations. And to think the hall is now supervises trade. And now this little lady here watches over the town hall,” Jennifer adds, staring at the statue.

Jonathan walks up to Jennifer. He places his hands around her waist with the wine bottle and gingerbread in his hands. He leans over and kisses her. Jennifer smiles and places her arms around his waist. They continue kissing right there in the square with Jennifer holding the flowers behind Jonathan’s back. Jennifer is smiling. They continue to linger there for a few minutes longer. Jennifer finally pulls out of the embrace. Jennifer smiles. Jonathan smiles back, knowing she is ready to head back to the hotel. He is willing to continue walking to Villa Kennedy. The suite will give them alone time, and it has gotten dark.

As Jonathan and Jennifer continue on with their sightseeing, Jennifer notices a man operating a remote control boat in the Main River.

Another man is watching across the way as the boat comes in his direction. Both men are strong, tall, and well-built in their early sixties. They have white hair. The boat comes to a stop. The second man leans over to pick up the remote operated boat. He reaches into a hidden compartment inside and removes what appears to be a cassette tape.

The second man places the cassette in his pocket before waving his hands to the first man. First man nods before clicking on the remote control to bring the boat back to him. Jennifer, finding the actions strange, says nothing as she and her husband start to head in the direction of the river.

The next day, Jonathan arrives back to purchase the painting he set aside for Jennifer the previous night. He is standing at the door. Jonathan, noticing that the gallery is silent and no one is around, wonders if it’s still open. He looks at the sign on the window by his left. The sign does indeed say, “OPEN” in German. Jonathan peers into the window, searching for any signs of any activity. The inside of the building appears to be unoccupied. Odd Jonathan thinks to himself! He knocks on the door, taking a chance that the art dealer will be inside. After waiting patiently a few moments, Jonathan again knocks, but louder this time. The second attempt, proving unsuccessful as the first, he opens the door. The doorbell can be heard as he enters the gallery.

All signs that an opening and showing of art paintings the night before has disappeared. It’s empty except for the usual portraits on the wall. There is no art dealer or customer in sight. The gallery is so silent one would think it was closed for the day. Jonathan, standing in the doorway, glances around. Seeing no art dealer about, he walks into the gallery, shutting the door behind him.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Jonathan calls out, hoping for a reply. He suspects the dealer is in the back so therefore he is unaware of Jonathan’s presence. “It’s Jonathan Hart!”

No reply. By now Jonathan has grown suspicious of the desolate gallery and stillness. He continues to search around in vain. He continues to be unsuccessful in locating Bachmeier. Jonathan decides to search the office in the back of the building. He glances around, his eyes observing his surroundings.

He is keeping a sharp lookout for any signs of life. A grave expression is on his face as he approaches the office. The only sound is Jonathan’s own footsteps. Jonathan notices the door leading to the back office. He opens it and walks in.

He doesn’t have to look around. Jonathan at once notices something out of the ordinary. A bullet is stuck in the middle of the painting that sparked Jennifer’s interest. Jonathan stops in the doorway as he senses something is amiss. He walks around, searching for any evidence of foul play or anymore disturbance. So far the office is neat and tidy with nothing touched except for the portrait. He walks over to the painting to examine the bullet, curious to who fired the gun and how it ended up in the painting.

Before he can examine the bullet closely, his attention is suddenly drawn to something behind him. Wrapping paper concealing something is on the floor near the door. He walks over to the wrapping paper that seems to be hiding something much bigger than a painting. Jonathan kneels down and turns the object over.

It’s a body! The art dealer’s! The victim had been wrapped as if he were a painting wrapped for a customer. A bow has even been added to his forehead. Bachmeier looks like the mummy.

Before Jonathan has the opportunity to examine the body, there are footsteps behind him. Suddenly Jonathan is struck over the head with the painting. The picture sadly is torn into pieces as Jonathan is rendered unconscious. Jonathan lies on the ground motionless as some unseen person removes the painting and dashes out of the room.





                                                                      END OF ACT ONE

                                                                      ACT TWO


A short time later, Jonathan slowly regains consciousness. There is a pistol in his right hand. Jonathan, slowly rising to his feet, gently places a hand on the back of his head where there is a mild ache. He groans as he takes a moment to recall what happened before he was knocked out. Now he remembers. He found the art dealer murdered and a bullet in the painting. Jonathan noticing the weapon in his hand, feels something inside the pocket of his jacket. He reaches in and takes out what is microfilm. He gasps in shock upon realizing he had been set up for murder. Jonathan looks at the gun just as police sirens are outside in the distance. The sound is coming toward the direction of the gallery. He is about to dash off when he notices something on the floor next to the Bachmeier’s body.

Jonathan bends down and discovers a map of Germany. Upon close examination he sees Hamburg has been circled in red ink. Jonathan glances up, suspecting the map is a clue to the mysterious circumstances of the murder. He hears the sirens get closer and closer to the gallery. He must make a run for it if he is to get to the bottom of the mystery and clear himself. He stashes the map and microfilm into his jacket separately. Jonathan, not wasting another moment of precious time, dashes out of the office. He steps over the body on his way out. Jonathan runs out of the gallery, making his way toward the front door. He finds the door is only slightly opened. Another sign there has been someone sneaking in the gallery just moments before he found the dealer’s body. Sirens are just seconds away now.

Jonathan flings open the door and bolts out of the shop. He tosses the pistol aside. He turns in the direction of the sirens and can see the flashing red lights from where he is standing. Jonathan’s attention is distracted so he doesn’t notice an older lady walking towards him. The elderly woman nearly collides with him.

“Sorry,” Jonathan apologizes nervously, feeling awkward at someone placing him at the scene of the crime soon after the murder.

The older woman glares after him. The expression shows she suspects Jonathan Hart is a murderer. Jonathan starts to bolt off in the opposite direction when a taxi approaches.

Before he can rush off to avoid an arrest, the door opens. An all too familiar voice calls out to him.

“Jonathan,” Jennifer says casually.

Jonathan swings toward his wife. Her voice caught him off guard. Jennifer steps out of the car and shuts the door behind her. The taxi drives off as Jonathan hurries over to Jennifer.

“I should have known I would find you here,” Jennifer remarks with a sly grin, noticing Jonathan’s disheveled appearance.

“What are you doing here?” Jonathan asks in surprise as Jennifer starts to fix his crooked tie. “How did you know I was here?”

“Bachmeier called the hotel and told me to come back to the gallery,” Jennifer explains. She is puzzled by her husband’s tone and reaction to her arrival.

“That’s impossible,” Jonathan replies, breathing heavily, anxiety in his voice.

“Why is that impossible?” Jennifer asks. She stops to stare at her husband, fearing his response.

“He’s dead. I found the body,” Jonathan explains, without wasting words.

Jennifer gasps in shock. Now the police are about to pull up and investigate. The lady, noticing the authorities, points an accusing finger at Jonathan excitedly.

“Der Moerder!!!!” the older woman yells, shaking her fist in rage and resentment.

Before Jennifer can react, Jonathan yanks her by the hand, forcing her to make a run for it with him.

“Darling, do you think we can slow down long enough for me to find out why we are running from the police? We don’t have anything to hide,” Jennifer says, trying to catch her breathe.

The couple is dashing toward the bridge as the police approach the woman, the only witness to Jonathan’s presence.

“I found a gun in my hand, and there is microfilm in my pocket. Does that answer your question?” Jonathan asks.

“Yes, and one I didn’t even ask. I always wanted to be harboring a fugitive.”

By now the police are chasing after them, their guns on hand and ready to shoot. The authorities are ordering the Harts to stop and surrender. Jonathan and Jennifer approach Eisner Bridge; a pedestrian bridge that spans the river Main.

They are running across the bridge, out of breath, and their feet hurting already. But the couple can’t stop if they want to avoid arrest and criminal charges.

Fortunately they are way ahead of the law. Bystanders stop and stare after Jonathan and Jennifer, wondering why two tourists are running for their lives. Jonathan and Jennifer look out at the river. The Main is carrying tourists back and forth on a ferry. Some boats are crossing the river. 

Jonathan is pulling Jennifer in the direction of the water. A boat is the only means of escape. It’s tourist season in Germany so the Harts have to dive in and out of the pedestrians on the busy bridge. Making their way down the bridge slowly and cautiously, they reach the edge of the bridge. Jonathan and Jennifer see the police gaining on them, notice a ferry approaching, and exchange glances.

“We’ll have to jump onto the ferry,” Jonathan declares, staring down at the ferry.

“Well, dejavu,” Jennifer remarks, remembering the last time they climbed onto a ferry during a previous situation.

They are staring at the Main and all the passing boats. Fortunately the river isn’t too far below. The police are shouting after the couple in German. Their footsteps can be heard within a short distance. The authorities lower their firearms as they believe the Harts have run out of luck.

Fortunately, for Jonathan and Jennifer’s sake, they are mistaken. Just as the police are about to place them under arrest, the ferry is getting close. Jonathan and Jennifer glance to see the police rushing towards them. They turn back to look at the river.  Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand. They wait for only a few seconds.

When the ferry is close enough, they jump, landing on the blue canopy. The authorities reach the edge of the bridge, see the Harts on the ferry, and bolt toward a speedboat.

Jonathan and Jennifer are recovering from the long leap. They breathe a long sigh.

“This isn’t exactly how I envisioned viewing the Main,” Jennifer says, looking out at the river. She is still catching her breath.

Jonathan looks at Jennifer. He helps her down before the canopy collapses. Now on the ground they are standing on the stairs on deck. They turn to glance around the ferry.

Suddenly, Jonathan and Jennifer hear the sound of a motor coming in the direction behind them. Expecting the police to still give chase, they are stunned to see Manfred and Ingrid chasing after them in a speedboat instead.

The couple have their guns in hand. Jonathan and Jennifer, witnessing them aim their weapons at them, duck. Ingrid shoots at them while Manfred is steering the wheel.

Jonathan and Jennifer dodge the bullets by seeking shelter below the canopy. They avoid the shots, but a bullet hits the canopy, ripping a hole in the material. The speedboat is across from the ferry within shooting distance.

“I guess I won’t be doing business with them after all,” Jonathan remarks as they continue to lay low.

The couple shoots at them again, attempting a second attempt on their lives. Jonathan and Jennifer again dodge the bullets. Another bullet hits the canopy. This time the bullet was fired through the husband’s gun. To their bitter disappointment and frustration the bullet ripped the entire canopy, causing it to fall to the ground. The canopy is torn into shreds. Manfred, muttering under his breath, drives the boat over to the side of the ferry.

He hopes he has a better chance of the bullets hitting the Harts. Ingrid stands by the side with a slight smile, confident they won’t miss them again. Jonathan and Jennifer watch with anticipation and dread. Ingrid shoots at them. Jonathan and Jennifer are still seeking shelter.

Since the canopy is no longer capable of protecting them, they are leaning against each other in a huddle against the stairs. The bullet misses again!!! This time it struck the deck close to the top of the steps. Ingrid frowns as she seizes her fire. 

By now all of the occupants including the captain have become aware of the shooting. The passengers are screaming in terror and horror. Jonathan and Jennifer stand still. The outraged crew and tourists lean over to yell at the couple in rage. Ingrid lowers her gun, keeping it by her side. She turns to her husband.

“Let’s get out of here,” Ingrid mumbles, reluctantly accepting defeat while Manfred is foaming at the mouth.

Manfred turns the boat around and sails past the ferry, speeding away into the distance. The engine can still be heard, but the boat is finally out of sight. Jonathan and Jennifer sigh in relief. Jonathan helps Jennifer up to her feet as she retrieves her purse from the ground. They remain silent as they are both still in a daze. So much has transpired since the discovery of the murdered art dealer. Jonathan holds onto his wife’s hand. They walk over to the seats on their right. They are about to take a seat when the captain approaches them. The captain, who in his late forties, is a seaman of medium height with gruff features. The man has a beard that makes him look distinguished. He contains a friendly personality nevertheless. He shoots them a disapproving look. The captain then turns to look at Jennifer. He says something to her in German. Jonathan looks at his wife for an English translation.

“He wants us to pay for our excursion, darling,” Jennifer explains, looking over at her husband.

“Would he be willing to accept a traveler’s check?” Jonathan asks, looking over at the captain. He reaches into the back pocket of his jacket, takes out his last travel’s check, and hands the check to the captain who is waiting patiently.

The captain holds the check up into the light to be certain the check is genuine. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange surprised glances. The captain smiles, satisfied with the payment.

“Danke,” the captain replies in a friendly tone, thanking the Harts. He turns around and returns to his duties.

Jonathan and Jennifer at last take a seat with a pleasant view of the Main. Just as they feel they have escaped danger for the moment, they hear loud sirens. They swing around to see the police are now after them in a speedboat. Jonathan and Jennifer gasp upon seeing the German authorities catching up to them.

The police officer, in charge of the search, holds a megaphone in his hand. The other officers in his command stand around him while one is steering the wheel. The officer speaks into the megaphone, ordering the captain to bring the ferry to a standstill. He explains they are looking for two Americans wanted for murder on the run. Jonathan and Jennifer bend down as they keep their heads below. They quietly tiptoe away.

Just then as instructed, the ferry comes to a halt. The police’s speed boat pulls up. The officers climb aboard. The officer, in charge, turns to the other policemen. He requests the men facing him look at the front of the ferry while he and the other two officers search the back. The men nod and go about their manhunt on the vessel. The remaining officers begin to search the rear of the boat for Jonathan and Jennifer.

The authorities take their time looking over the passengers carefully. Each tourist aboard the boat is examined up close much to their displeasure. They feel ill at ease by the police’s presence. The officers, thanking them, apologize for the intrusion as they go through each row of seats. Time after time is a failure.

Jonathan and Jennifer are nowhere in sight. It’s if they vanished into thin air. Ten minutes later the discouraged officers meet up to report to their superior. They reluctantly inform the officer in charge that Mr. and Mrs. Hart are nowhere aboard. The officer glares in disappointment, but acknowledges his men’s effort. It’s time to move on. He turns to the captain at the wheel on the top deck.

“You can carry on. I apologize for the holdup,” the policeman says, raising his voice.

The other officers follow behind as the older policeman climb back aboard their boat. One of the officers under him walks over to the wheel and starts the engine. They shall continue searching the Main thoroughly. The motor starts with a roar, and the speedboat sails away ahead of the ferry.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Jennifer have proven to be too clever for the German authorities. They have lowered themselves into the river with their clothes on. They watch as the ferry continues sailing down the Main. Jonathan and Jennifer swim over to the ledge. Jonathan climbs out first. He turns back to his wife and lifts her out of the river.

A group of German locals are gathered about at the Main. The bystanders are staring at them, aghast at their disheveled and soaking wet appearance. The Harts are dripping after the unwilling swim. Even Jennifer’s purse and stilettos has been damaged and discolored by the water.

“Hi there,” Jonathan says, nodding his head to the startled group. “Nice day for a swim, isn’t it?” he asks with a witty smile while holding Jennifer’s hand.

Jennifer is embarrassed by their appearance and turns to the passersby. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re Americans,” Jennifer replies in attempt to explain their bizarre actions in the Main.

The bystanders roll their eyes and exchange discussions among themselves over the couple’s odd behavior. Jonathan continues to hold his wife’s hand as they hurry away from the river.

Meanwhile back in Los Angeles, Max, who is struggling to stay awake, is watching a movie on TV in the living room. He is sitting on the couch with Freeway on his lap and a lit cigar in his hand. The sink has been repaired by now, but the painters and construction crew are still busy in the kitchen. The remodel of the kitchen is definitely a work in progress. The noise is still loud that it can be heard throughout the entire house. Max has the volume of the television set on full blast to stifle the noise. But it’s useless. He can still hear the commotion from the other room. Freeway looks as if he is ready to place his paws over his ears.

The movie is interrupted by a news bulletin. A picture flashes across the screen of Jonathan and Jennifer Hart.

It’s recent for it was taken a few weeks ago at a charity event. Max and Freeway bolt up at once at seeing the picture on the screen. A popular and well-liked gray-haired local anchorman in his fifties replaces the photograph.

“It has come to our attention that American industrialist, Jonathan Hart, and his wife, Jennifer, a freelance journalist, are on the run from the local authorities in Frankfurt,Germany,” the anchorman announces in a clear voice.

Max and Freeway are disturbed by the news. Their eyes are now glued to their television set; the disturbance in the kitchen forgotten for now. Max frowns as Freeway barks. The anchorman continues with his announcement.

“An art dealer by the name of Bachmeier was found dead in the back of his gallery early this afternoon. The police found a bullet in a painting and the victim wrapped in his own wrapping paper. It appears that Jonathan Hart, CEO of Hart Industries in Los Angeles, is guilty of murder. The local authorities have discovered Mr. Hart’s hand prints on the recovered weapon, a semi-automatic known as the P6 pistol. The gun is usually handled by the police or military. There is a witness who identified Mr. Hart after fleeing the scene of the crime along with Mrs. Hart. Whether or not Mrs. Hart is an accomplice is not quite clear just yet. Business associates of Mr. Hart are shocked by the news and scandal. Mr. and Mr. Jonathan Hart attended the art exhibit that was held at the gallery just last night. Sebastian Hofemeister,the CEO of the Hofmeisterbank, that Hart Industries was planning a merger with, was also in attendance.”

Max picks up the remote that is laying by his side and switches off the TV. He gently picks up Freeway and lifts him off his lap. Freeway, sitting on the ground, watches as Max walks over to the table across from him. Max picks up the telephone receiver by the other couch. He dials Los Angeles International Airport. After waiting a few moments, his call is answered.

“LAX, when is the next flight to Germany?” Max asks, placing the cigar into his mouth.

Suddenly there is a loud crash from the kitchen. The fracas startles Max and Freeway. Max jumps, and Freeway barks. The dog is staring in the direction of the kitchen door.

“Freeway, be quiet, will you?” Max snaps. He places his hands over his ears, attempting to stifle the sound. “No, not you, madam. Huh? Could you repeat that, please?” Max asks, raising his voice as Freeway barks quietly. “Oh, I certainly am lookin’ forward to a break from this racket!” he mumbles under his breath.

By now Jonathan and Jennifer have reached the other side of the stream. They are running around the city, looking for a perfect place to hide. Manfred and Ingrid are after them. So far no building in sight strikes them as a place to seek refuge. Jonathan is holding Jennifer’s hand.

They come upon an old church. It’s St. Bartholomew’s Cathedral referred to as Kaiserdom by the locals.

Jonathan leads Jennifer inside. They stop as they glance around the magnificent and grand chapel from the door.

“The bell tower is no good unless we could climb down from the tower,” Jonathan comments, looking in the direction of the tower.

Jennifer, who is too searching around, suddenly remembers something she had learned about the cathedral.

“Jonathan, there is an underground tunnel that was used as an air-raid during the war. The tunnel was only discovered recently. While the cathedral went through some renovations, a construction worker stumbled upon the tunnel by accident,” Jennifer replies, facing her husband.

“Do you know how to gain access to the tunnel?” Jonathan asks, turning to face his wife.

“Yes, I recall hearing a tomb opens the way.Follow me.”

Jennifer leads Jonathan in the direction of the tomb. Jonathan, remaining close to Jennifer, follows her.

Just then the door opens, and Manfred and Ingrid enter. They look around, searching for Jonathan and Jennifer. At once they notice the Harts. Jonathan, hearing footsteps, swings around. He sees Manfred and Ingrid. He grabs Jennifer by the hand who continues to lead him to the tomb. They dashing through the isle. A group of tourists are admiring the architecture. Jonathan and Jennifer, who stop running abruptly, attempt to blend in.

The couple groan at seeing they will have to examine all of the group’s faces until they locate the Harts. Manfred mutters under his breath as they race toward the group. They reluctantly begin forcing strangers in the crowd around to face them one by one. No luck. Jonathan and Jennifer have disappeared. The tourists looks bewildered and a bit annoyed at being confronted. 

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Jennifer have reached the Holy Tomb leading to the secret tunnel.

Pulling it back with all their weight, the tomb suddenly moves all the way to its side. Sure enough there are steps leading to a tunnel. The ground appears to have been dug up years ago to construct the passageway during the nineteen forties. It’s a bit dark, but thankfully the lamps in the chapel provide enough light to descend into the tunnel. Jonathan takes Jennifer by the hand and allows her to lead the way.

Soon after Jonathan and Jennifer are walking through the tunnel while Jonathan uses a lit match to see their way around in the dark. The passageway is now close to pitch dark now that they deeper down below. The tunnel, once used as an air-raid shelter during the second war, is musty and dusty. Though recently cobwebs have been removed, the scent is still vivid.

Fresh footsteps can be seen on the cement ground. Up ahead Jonathan and Jennifer hear male German voices talking heatedly. They continue on with their journey, tiptoeing as they go. Jonathan and Jennifer come upon the three Germans dressed as undertakers. The men are standing behind a gate that is still in the process of being built. Recently built tombstones are behind the male Germans. The once air-raid shelter is now being used as a crypt for the cathedral. Lamps from the era of the war are hung up on the walls with enough light to see from.

Jonathan and Jennifer stop as they witness the Germans loading valuable paintings into coffins. The works of art can be seen concealing pop-up boxes containing microfilm. The Harts notice a secret code in German: “die drei Panther” embroidered on the side of the paintings. It’s the name of a spy ring. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances of realization.

Unexpectedly they hear heavy footsteps coming from the direction from which they descended into the tunnel. Seeking shelter, Jonathan and Jennifer hide behind two packed coffins on wheels. They continue witnessing the Germans’ activity of smuggling microfilm in famous paintings. Jennifer is eavesdropping on their private discussion. She turns to face her husband.

“Jonathan, these Germans are planning to ship the coffins to Hamburg where they’ll be stored in an abandoned warehouse at the dock. There’ll be a festival going on in in a few days so one will witness the coffins being loaded into the warehouse. The microfilm will be handed out to other agents and cities,” Jennifer whispers into Jonathan’s ear.

Jonathan’s eyes, turning wide upon hearing the mention of Hamburg, is about to tell Jennifer the city is circled on a map in his pocket. But before he can confide in his wife, Manfred and Ingrid appear from the shadows. Jonathan instantly blows out the match. The couple are only standing a few feet away from Jonathan and Jennifer. The Germans, pausing from their activity, turn to the couple.

“Did you find the two interfering tourists?” one of the three Germans asks with bitterness.

“Nein,” Manfred confesses with frustration and rage. “The Harts got away twice. If we don’t recover the microfilm, they’ll most likely ruin years of planning. We can’t let Herr and Frau Hart find out what is in store for the future of Berlin. I knew we should have taken care of the art dealer last night. If only he hadn’t discovered our secret and insisted on breaking our partnership then we wouldn’t have to resort to violence.”

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances after learning why the art dealer met an untimely demise.

Germans, scowling and muttering in disgruntlement, continue on with loading the paintings into the coffins.

“Calm down,” Ingrid says calmly and in complete control. She places a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder. “The Harts are wanted in connection for the murder of Bachmeier. The authorities will be searching for them all over the country. They can’t go far before they are in  custody. One way or another we will recover the microfilm. Besides, the Harts can’t view what’s on the film without a projector screen. We’ll continue searching.”

Just then the bell tower chimes. Jonathan and Jennifer, knowing the sound will block the sound of their footsteps, decides to use the opportunity to escape. Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand, once again allowing her to lead the way.  They continue down the tunnel where there are remains of the air-raid shelter. The Harts are running toward the exit. Jonathan provides light again with a lit match. Jonathan and Jennifer have almost made their way out when the chimes decrease. The silence makes their presence known. The couple, hearing their footsteps, race after them. The chase is on!

Jonathan and Jennifer hasten their pace. They now reach the end of the tunnel. A small door, made out of brick, leads to the  street. Jonathan escorts Jennifer out into the daylight. He blows out the match and tosses it aside. The Harts are now at the exterior of the cathedral. Jonathan and Jennifer, still holding hands, dash toward the Main River, their only option to avoid capture.

They reach the river where once again a ferry is coming toward them. They exchange glances, hear footsteps, turn around, see Manfred and Ingrid close behind them, and exchange glances of acknowledgement. They hold onto each other’s hands tightly and run toward the ledge.

Waiting until the ferry is within distance, Jonathan and Jennifer leap onto the boat, almost slipping and falling into the Main. They grab hold of a railing to steady themselves. They manage to keep their balance. The Harts breathe a sigh of relief of landing on the ferry safely. The boat came close to passing by them.

The couple, rushing to the ledge, sigh in frustration and exasperation. They watch as Jonathan and Jennifer disappear down the other side of the river. Manfred and Ingrid are now out of firing range.

The couple bolt towards a boat in the river and leap aboard. Manfred starts the motor to the speedboat with Ingrid standing, looking after the Harts from the side. The boat speeds off. The engine can be heard from where Jonathan and Jennifer are standing at the back of the ferry among the crowds.  Hearing the roar of the motor, they swing around to see the couple racing to catch up.

Jonathan and Jennifer turn back to face each other. The same thoughts are on their minds. They know Manfred and Ingrid won’t stop chasing them until they recover the microfilm. Jonathan and Jennifer watch with anxiety and uncertainty as the couple speed after the ferry. They embrace each other, each feeling doomed and helpless. Jonathan holds onto Jennifer tightly. Jonathan and Jennifer continue gazing at each other with fear.

Jonathan and Jennifer are now being chased by the criminal couple through the station. A train is about to depart. Jonathan and Jennifer, seeing the train at the platform, hurry to get aboard. A wedding couple is being sent off. The young bride and groom are a fairly good looking couple in their late twenties.

Jonathan and Jennifer reach the train. They intervene as Manfred and Ingrid catch up. Jennifer, seeing the bride, hurries up to the woman. Jennifer instantly kisses the bride followed by Jonathan. The bride and groom are bewildered being congratulated by an American couple who are strangers to them.

Manfred and Ingrid pass by them. Jonathan and Jennifer attempt to blend in the crowded station. They throw rice at them along with the wedding guests as they are about to go on their honeymoon. Manfred and Ingrid board the train. The groom stops in the doorway to carry his bride aboard.

Jonathan unexpectedly sweeps Jennifer off her feet. They bury their heads as Jonathan carries her onto the train. Wedding guests throw rice at them thinking they are newlyweds. Manfred and Ingrid get out of the train from the other side. Jonathan and Jennifer get on train with the bride and groom. They see the other couple so they walk off in the opposite direction.

Jonathan and Jennifer walk through each car until they reach the dining car. They enter the dining car which is filled.

“Darling, it looks like we should have made reservations,” Jennifer remarks.

“Yes, several weeks in advance,” Jonathan comments.

The waiter, about to exit the car, notices the Harts. He walks up to them. He is a friendly looking man in his late forties. “We’ll all booked up.”

“We can see that. We’ll just go eat with the help,” Jonathan replies much to the head waiter’s astonishment.

They enter the kitchen.

The kitchen is bustling with cleaning and putting dishes away. The staff are so preoccupied with scrubbing and rinsing the dish ware, they don’t even notice Jonathan and Jennifer’s presence. Jonathan and Jennifer are startled by the staff cook who does become aware of them. The woman, who is in her seventies, is a stern type accustomed to being in charge.She starts yelling at them in German. Mistaking them for staff, they are handed a tub of dirty dishes before Jennifer can explain.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances.Jennifer stares at the filthy dishes. “This is how I always wanted to remember Germany, washing dishes on a train,” Jennifer comments.

A German waiter, who is in his late seventies, yells at them to get to work. Jonathan and Jennifer walk over to the sink to make themselves useful. Jonathan hands his wife a towel while she starts to work at cleaning the dishes.

“Is there anything I can do to help relieve the heavy burden of your duties, darling?” Jonathan asks, standing by Jennifer’s side.

“Yes, you can polish the silverware once we’re through, darling,” Jennifer replies, giving her husband a look of annoyance. She hands him half of her pile of dirty dishes before tossing him an apron.

Meanwhile, Manfred and Ingrid, have made their way to the dining car. They open the door, see Jonathan and Jennifer with arms full of dirty dishes. By now the pile goes all the way up to their neck. The Harts up to their ears in plates. The couple slowly make their way to them.

Jonathan and Jennifer, hearing their footsteps, decide to create a diversion. They turn to Manfred and Ingrid. Just as they approach them, Jonathan and Jennifer immediately hurl the dishes at their feet. The dishes shatter as the couple wince and yell in pain.

Jonathan and Jennifer bolt from the kitchen. Jonathan removes his apron which he tosses to the staff cook who is shouting after them. Jonathan and Jennifer hurry through each car until they reach the main car. They smile and excuse themselves as they pass through people in the crowded train. Jonathan and Jennifer look around for an empty seat.

They notice a German seated up front with two empty seats beside him. Jonathan and Jennifer, not wanting to draw attention to themselves, take a seat next to the elderly man. They ask to borrow his newspaper. The kindly-looking man smiles and willingly passes them his paper.

“Danke,” Jennifer replies with a friendly smile. They hold it up, pretending to be reading the newspaper as they share it.

They bury their heads in the paper as the couple walks past them. Jonathan and Jennifer notice their own picture in the paper along with an incriminating headline. They exchange uncomfortable glances. A passenger next to them on the right immediately recognizes them from their photograph and begins yelling, “Der Moerder,”, causing everyone to look in their direction.

Jonathan and Jennifer return the newspaper just as Manfred and Ingrid turn around after hearing the accusation. Jonathan and Jennifer, dashing out of their seats, race to the rear of the train.  They stop. The Harts are running out of escape routes. Jonathan suddenly notices a small door in the ceiling. Jennifer is still looking around the train.

“How are you with heights, darling?” Jonathan asks, turning back to Jennifer.

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out,” Jennifer replies, turning to look at Jonathan. She is struggling to catch her breath.

Jonathan reaches up. He opens the door which exposes a ladder that leads to the top of the train. Jonathan climbs up first as Jennifer watches.

 He then makes sure to steady himself on the speeding train. The train is traveling at two hundred miles per hour. Jonathan turns back to his wife. He places his hand down to help Jennifer up.

They lie down, holding on tight with both hands. The strong wind is blowing their hair and clothing. Jennifer places her purse against her chest to avoid the wind from knocking it off of the train. Jonathan, still holding on for dear life, moves his foot so it is close to the door. He shuts the door to prevent anyone else from coming up. They continue to lay low while remaining motionless. They can barely keep their eyelids open with the strong wind.

Manfred and Ingrid exit the train, not seeing the Harts anywhere. They stand outside on the platform. There is still no sign of them. If they had bothered to look up, the couple would see Jonathan and Jennifer on top of the train. As they depart another train comes so they are stuck on the other side.

The train is coming upon a bridge. Just as the train is starting to pass under, a few bystanders are shouting that there are people on top of the train. Hearing the commotion, Manfred and Ingrid take notice of Jonathan and Jennifer at once. They can’t get to them. They mutter and stare after them in frustration and anger. Jonathan and Jennifer duck under the bridge to avoid hitting their head.

After successfully losing the couple on the train, Jonathan and Jennifer arrive in Baden-Baden, a classy spa town. They breathe a long sigh of relief at reaching their destination in one piece. They spent the remainder of their ride on top of the train; the last place the Harts longed to view the sights. Jonathan climbs down carefully before turning back to Jennifer. He helps her down as passengers depart. Jennifer looks at her husband pleadingly as if to say, “Let’s not do that again.” Jonathan, reading his wife’s mind, nods in agreement.

The Harts start to observe the town and take in their surroundings.

“Let’s get to a pay-phone and call Max,” Jonathan says, looking around for a phone booth.

Just then as if on cue, another train, approaches with Manfred and Ingrid on the platform.

“Uh, that phone call is going to have wait a while, darling. Look who just showed up,” Jennifer informs her husband, nodding her head to the other train.

Jonathan glances in the direction in which his wife is staring. He sees the couple instantly, glances back at Jennifer, and once again grabs his wife’s hand. They quietly and discreetly exit the train just as it is about to head on to another destination. Jonathan and Jennifer, now that they are a good bit away from the train station, are running through the city searching for a good hideaway spot. They notice many spas situated through the town.

One particular one that is popular with tourists and locals alike is the Roman Irish Bath. Manfred and Ingrid is still roaming Baden-Baden in their conquest to track down the Harts. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances, nod in agreement the Irish Bath seems like the ideal place to run, and start to hurry into the crowded spa. Manfred and Ingrid finally notice the Harts and head in after them. Unknown to both couples at this moment the Roman Irish Bath is not one spa one would care to seek shelter in.

Once inside, Jonathan and Jennifer decide to blend in and take part in the ritual. They stop long enough to observe the     tradition.  Jonathan and Jennifer go pick up a robe before splitting up. They then proceed to change out of their wardrobe privately. Shortly afterwards Jonathan and Jennifer meet up outside at the swimming pool which is swamped with guests who are bathing in the nude.

Jonathan and Jennifer, instantly taken aback by everyone’s casual attitude, are shocked they have unknowingly entered a spa where guests are welcome to bathe naked. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange uncomfortable glances. Jennifer, by the embarrassed expression on her face, is ashamed at what they have gotten themselves into. Jonathan steps up to the pool reluctantly followed by his wife.

“I’m not getting in there. Not on your life!” Jennifer insists adamantly as Jonathan is about to take off his robe. She is aghast by the very idea of doing such a thing.

Manfred and Ingrid come out and notice Jonathan and Jennifer immediately of course.

“It looks like, darling, your life does depend on it,” Jonathan replies, noticing the couple. Jennifer is still speechless at the nude guests enjoying themselves.

Jennifer, without having to turn to Manfred and Ingrid, senses what Jonathan meant. She reluctantly ditches her robe along with her husband. They get into the pool and notice the warm feel of the water. Jennifer places her hands around her body as if they could hide her nudity. She then proceeds to attempt to hide her discomfort by nearly submerging herself in the water.

Jonathan turns back casually to see if their quick thinking worked in their favor. Luckily it has as the security guards are showing the annoyed husband and wife to the door. By their expressions and actions they have refused to undress. Manfred and Ingrid, shouting and voicing their frustration, are escorted off of property.

Jonathan and Jennifer retrieve their robes. Just then another couple, who have already ditched their robes, walk up to them. They look more than willing to enter the pool butt naked. The man and woman look to be from another foreign country where bathing in the nude in front of strangers is normal. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances.

“Pool’s all yours,” Jennifer assures them graciously. She is more than thankful now they can leave the Roman-Irish Bath and retrieve their clothes.

The couple smile at them and enter the pool as Jonathan and Jennifer again separate to change. After getting redressed, they meet up. Without saying a word about their awkward experience, Jonathan and Jennifer walk out into the fresh air once again and into freedom. They have exited the spa through the back door.

Manfred and Ingrid are still on the pavement smilingly smugly, proud of outwitting them. They have their guns in their hand. Their fingers are on the trigger. Jonathan and Jennifer stop abruptly.

“Hand over the microfilm!” Ingrid yells impatiently, fed up with the chase. Her smile has been replaced by a frown.

Jennifer is wondering what her husband is waiting for. Jonathan stands frozen looking at the couple. He appears to be thinking what his next move should be. Jennifer turns to look at Jonathan.

“You heard her, darling. Hand me over the microfilm,” Jennifer orders. She is not one to argue with people holding loaded guns in their faces.

Jonathan reaches into a side pocket of his jacket. Manfred and Ingrid smile, convinced at last, they have won. Instead Jonathan takes out a massage oil he grabbed while inside. Before they can react, he squirts them in the face. The massage oil trick has taken them by surprise, and the couple are speechless. Before they can recover, Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand, and the Harts run off yet again.

“That ought to hold them a while,” Jonathan remarks proud of himself.

They are now hurrying past two local policemen standing around while on duty. But instead of being on guard, they are occupied in a newspaper. The police glance up and notice Jonathan and Jennifer. Instead of taking action to arrest them, the authorities are clueless they are the couple wanted for murder mentioned in the paper.

“Does anybody have any other hobbies besides reading in this town?” Jonathan wonders aloud.

A group of tourists see Jonathan and Jennifer. Tourists, gasping upon recognizing them, yell for the police without wasting a second. Everyone shouts out, “Der Moerder!!!!” in panic. The authorities, hearing the words, rush to their side to answer to the alarm. Now Jonathan and Jennifer have been recognized again.  Seeking shelter is once again necessary.

A bus is pulling up. Tourists are headed to the casino in town.

Jonathan and Jennifer, thinking alike as always, merge into the group. They hope their presence will not be seen.  They follow the tour group into the establishment. The Harts browse for a while, pretending to be interested in the gambling activities that take place there.

Some time later an older and dark-haired man, in his late sixties, is staring at Jonathan and Jennifer with interest. His name is Dietrich. Two strong built and threatening look men in their late thirties stand beside him observing the activities. They are more occupied with seeing that the guests oblige by the rules particularly those who may be tempted to cheat. By their presence and behavior it appears the older man is the manager and the other men are his employees.

The dark-haired gentleman, without speaking a word or changing his facial expression, walks over to Jonathan and Jennifer with his two goons. The Harts are standing by the Roulette table. The gentlemen, startling them by their presence, sneak up to them from behind. Dietrich reaches into the side pocket of his well-tailored suit to show that he has a gun in his possession.

“Stand still. Don’t say a word. Follow me. Act normal,” Dietrich orders firmly, raising an eyebrow to show he is serious.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances. Now they are being threatened by two strangers! What next?! Jonathan and Jennifer obey and start to follow the gentlemen away from the casino. Dietrich continues to hold his gun in his pocket. The Harts follow behind accompanied by his two goons. They are led to an office in the back.

The door is kept open. Jonathan and Jennifer stand by the door with the two employees standing behind them. Dietrich walks over to his desk.

“Always greet your guests with a gun?” Jennifer asks with annoyance.

“Only the threatening ones, Frau Hart,” Dietrich replies with a slight smile. He takes the gun out of his pocket and aims it at them. “Hand over the microfilm,” the older gentleman orders threateningly while remaining calm and poised.

“How did I know you were going to say that?” Jonathan asks. He is eying the firearm.

“What do you know about The Three Panthers?” Dietrich asks firmly, ignoring Jonathan’s comment.

Jonathan and Jennifer stare at the man blankly. Jonathan winks at Jennifer.

“Judging by your tone, I don’t think it’s a German opera,” Jennifer comments calmly.

All eyes are on Jennifer. Now Jonathan has an opportunity to create a diversion.

“This is a crooked establishment!!!” Jonathan shouts, slamming his fist onto the table, causing the men to jump. They are startled by Jonathan’s outburst. “I ought to report you to the better business bureau!!!” Jonathan declares, pretending to be outraged. “What kind of casino is this? You hard up for cash? You have to resort to rigging games here to cheat people? It’s an outrage and an insult to all of the casino owners throughout the world!!! You haven’t heard the last of this!!!”

Jonathan continues shouting and making all kinds of accusations. By now all of the guests, having heard the charges, are in a panic. One by one they stop playing and begin leaving together. Some guests are running into each other in a rush to leave the casino. The employees attempt to diffuse the situation by assuring the guests the casino is clean, but it’s useless.

Their voices are drowned out by Jonathan’s yelling in the back office. The guests continue to exit the establishment anxious to leave.

Hearing the commotion, Dietrich dashes toward the door. He sees the situation and gasps in shock upon seeing his casino suddenly empty except for his other employees. Before he can react and take in what has occurred during his absence, Jonathan draws a fist. Jonathan punches the man out amidst all the chaos. Dietrich goes out like a light and collapses.

Before the two goons, his guards, can respond, Jennifer picks up a light from the desk. She hurls the lamp at the first heavy’s head with all the strength and determination within her. He too is knocked out.

Suddenly a gun is shot by the other guard who has panicked. Jennifer ducks. The room is covered in darkness now that the cord to the lamp had been yanked out of the outlet. Sirens can be heard within a short distance outside of the casino.

“Are you all right?” Jonathan asks while they are still in the dark.

“Yes, but I can’t say the same for the other goon,” Jennifer remarks.

Before Jonathan and Jennifer can find their way out of the darkness, the police barge into the office. They hold flashlights in their hand. They see Jonathan and Jennifer. One of the German officers manages to find a light switch which he turns on. The flashlights are now turned off.

The policemen stare at the knocked out men around Jonathan and Jennifer. They turn to stare at the Harts with strong disapproval. Two of the officers approach the couple with handcuffs. They handcuff Jonathan and Jennifer separately.

“Sure did take you long enough,” Jennifer remarks, a bit relieved to be saved by the law.

The German law officials instantly march Jonathan and Jennifer out of the casino. They force them over to a waiting police car out front. The Harts are placed into the back seat. The door is slammed in their faces. The policemen are steamed by Jonathan and Jennifer’s behavior. The car takes off, speeding away from the casino.

Jonathan and Jennifer remain silent. One of the officers picks up a mic from a radio near the car phone. The policeman speaks into the radio. He is talking so quickly that even Jennifer can’t understand his German. The one minute conversation ends, and the German policeman places the mic down. He switches off the radio.

The officer unexpectedly takes out his gun from his holster, turns around in his seat, and faces Jonathan and Jennifer with his weapon in hand. He aims the firearm at them. Jonathan and Jennifer stare at him speechless. Too many people have been threatening them with guns.

“Isn’t that a bit drastic just for a drunk and disorderly charge?” Jonathan asks, stunned to see a policeman waving a gun in their faces.

“Microfilm,” the policeman orders through his thick German accent. He glares at Jonathan, his expression showing he doesn’t want any trouble with them.

“Of course, everyone else is after it,” Jennifer comments, rolling her eyes.

“I’m working with the secret police in Berlin. As long as you have that microfilm, you are in deadly danger,” the officer warns though in a menacing tone. He has a cold and unsettling glare in his eyes.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange nervous stares after hearing the unnerving warning.

“We’ll be sure to bear that in mind,” Jonathan replies, keeping calm while staring at the officer in the eye. “Do you think you could share with us why everyone is after that microfilm? My wife and I haven’t had a moment of peace since I discovered it in my pocket.” He is attempting to keep the policeman talking as they approach Leopald Platz.

“Microfilm now!” the policeman demands impatiently.

“You certainly know how to keep people engaged,” Jonathan remarks, exchanging glances with Jennifer. He has a look that shows he is plotting something. “I’ll make you a deal. You let my wife and I go. And you can have the microfilm. Only if you or any of your goats come us after, Jennifer and I will sing like a canary to your government officials.”

The officer looks at Jonathan. He pauses, pondering whether to take Jonathan up on his offer. The German lowers the gun. Jennifer is eying Jonathan, curious to see what happens next.

“Offer expires within three minutes. You either accept my offer or risk my wife throwing the microfilm out the window faster than you can say conspirators,” Jonathan warns sternly. “How about radioing your contact?” He reaches into his pocket as if to retrieve the film.

The officer glances at Jonathan. He turns back to the second policeman driving the automobile. Jonathan turns to look at Jennifer. They wait patiently to see how Jonathan’s scheme will play out.Leopard Platz comes into sight. Just as they reach the square, Jonathan whispers to Jennifer, “Hold on tight, darling.”

Jennifer wonders what her husband has in mind since they are both handcuffed. To her surprise, Jonathan leans over to the front seat, his handcuffs revealed not on securely. He slowly and cautiously starts toward the steering wheel. His eyes are on the two officers engaged in conversation.

Abruptly Jonathan grabs the wheel with both hands steadily before the authorities can react. Jennifer holds on tight, ready for any unexpected movement. Jonathan instantly aims the vehicle in the direction of the fountain. The policemen, struggling to gain control of the wheel, nearly fall out of their seats. The car skids across the road, causing chaos among the other drivers.

The tires screech as the police automobile heads toward Jonathan’s target. By now outraged drivers are honking their horns as Jonathan rams the vehicle right into the fountain.

The car comes to a halt. The crash has resulted in steam coming from the engine, the front seat doors banged up, glass shattering in the front windows. The police have been rendered unconscious.

Jennifer is a bit shaken up and is breathing heavily.

“Are you all right?” Jonathan asks, reaching over to snatch the handcuff key from the motionless policeman’s belt.

“Just dandy,” Jennifer replies with a bit of hostility in her voice.

Jonathan unlocks their handcuffs which he slips off of their wrists before tossing the key aside. He helps Jennifer out of the vehicle as bystanders and other drivers dash toward the damaged car to see what has happened to the other occupants.

“Someone better call a tow-truck,” Jonathan remarks casually as he and Jennifer escape the vehicle safely. He is holding onto his wife’s hand.

Just then they hear a car speeding in their direction. The Harts expect to see another police vehicle or ambulance. Instead, to their shock, the first goon from the casino is catching up to them. Jonathan and Jennifer are speechless.

Without a moment to lose, Jonathan continuing to hold onto Jennifer, hurries away from the crash site. The goon pulls his automobile over to the side of the street instantly. He springs out without bothering to shut his door. The goon takes out his revolver, and starts shooting at the Harts. Seeing the bullets miss, the determined man chases after Jonathan and Jennifer faster than a speeding bullet.

The casino employee continues to take shots at the couple who manage to dodge the bullets. All three of them are coming upon a park near an abbey.

Jonathan and Jennifer dash through the park, not bothering to look behind them. The goon, continuing firing at them, misses constantly. Jonathan and Jennifer dodge the bullets time and time again.

They come upon a river pathway.

A German couple, in their early eighties, are wandering around. They appear to be lost. The locals see the Harts and rush up to them. The husband and wife are blocking their path as they ask for directions in union. They are speaking in German. Jonathan and Jennifer’s mind on escaping, point to the goon chasing them.

“Ask him,” Jonathan answers desperately.

The couple run up to the heavy as Jonathan and Jennifer continue to get away. Now the goon’s path is blocked. The locals again attempt to get directions.

“Get out of my way, you idiot!!!” the heavy shouts out, impatiently, looking as if he could smack them.

The couple gasp as they are dismayed by the man’s response. The husband and goon exchange heated words. The wife, furious at another local’s attitude towards them, is hitting the stranger with her purse. The heavy attempts to duck in order to prevent the woman from beating him . Jonathan and Jennifer have managed to get away in the meantime.

Jonathan and Jennifer stop to catch their breath now that their attacker has been held up. Jonathan reaches into the side pocket of his jacket to retain his wallet. Only to his horror, he discovers his wallet is gone. He is a victim of a pickpocket!!!

“What’s the matter now?” Jennifer asks, noticing the expression on her husband’s face. She is breathing heavily. All the running has taken a toll on her.

“My wallet is gone. I’ve been pick-pocketed,” Jonathan replies, looking behind him, wondering who could have stolen his wallet.

“WHAT?!!!!” Jennifer exclaims in amazement at another mishap in one day.

“Do you feel up to hiking?” Jonathan asks, turning to face Jennifer.

Jennifer looks at him as if he just asked the most ridiculous question.

Jonathan and Jennifer arrive on an isolated road just outside Baden-Baden. They are still in in the Baden-Wurtenburg state and close to the Black Forrest. Now Jonathan is breathing heavily. By this point in the adventure, all the walking and running has taken a toll on him too.

“Let’s take a breather, darling,” Jonathan says as they stop on the side of the street.

They sit down to rest and take it easy before continuing on with their journey. Jennifer takes off her high heels stilettos. Her feet are killing her as she has blisters all over her sore feet.

“My feet are killing me,” Jennifer comments with a long sigh.

Jonathan reaches into a pocket to take out the map. He starts to examine it, wondering just where they are and how far away Hamburg is.

“Now, do you think you can finally tell me what is going on, darling?” Jennifer asks, tossing her shoes aside. “Just exactly how did we find ourselves caught up in this case of mistaken identity and intrigue?”

“I don’t know, but I know one thing for sure. That painting I had set aside for you in Frankfurt is tied up in this,” Jonathan says as Jennifer lays her head on his shoulder. “And this map is the answer. I found it next to Bachmeier‘s body,” Jonathan adds, handing the map to his wife. “As you can see Hamburg is circled in red ink.”

“Hamburg?” Jennifer asks, startled to hear the name of that German city again. She begins looking over the map. “That’s where the coffins are being shipped. I wonder what is on that microfilm that is worth killing for,” Jennifer wonders out-loud. She is now staring at Hamburg on the map.

“I’m hoping to find the answer in Hamburg. That’s our destination. If we can manage to find out what is behind all this intrigue and espionage, hopefully I can clear myself of murder charges,” Jonathan says, looking the microfilm over.

“Along with espionage charges,” Jennifer reminds Jonathan, shooting him a serious look. “These secret agents wanted the German authorities to believe you are one of them.”

“And that’s why I killed Bachmeier,” Jonathan concludes, placing the microfilm back in his pocket.

Jennifer returns the map to Jonathan which he also returns to his pocket.

“Everyone seems to assume we know about The Three Panthers. A codename for their operation,” Jennifer comments with her head still on her husband’s shoulder.

“We need to get to a pay-phone and call Max. Have any change?” Jonathan asks, turning to face Jennifer.

Jennifer lifts her head off her husband’s shoulder. Jennifer, reaching into her purse, starts rummaging through it. She gasps as she stares into the bottom of her purse. “Jonathan, my wallet has been stolen too!!!” Jennifer exclaims in dismay.

Jonathan nods as if to say, “Of course.”  “Just our luck. No money, no means of transportation. We don’t have anything except the clothes on our backs,” Jonathan replies with annoyance and disgust.

“And a map of Germany and microfilm,” Jennifer adds, sighing in disgust. “Well, at least we have each other,” she reminds her husband, managing a slight smile too.

Jonathan nods as a gesture of acknowledgement. Jennifer leans over and kisses Jonathan on the lips. He returns the kiss. Jonathan manages a slight smile.

“Let’s go back to the city. We can ask the cuckoo clock’s proprietor about using her phone.”

Soon after Jonathan and Jennifer arrive at a cuckoo clock shop in a village. The district is well-known for its cuckoo clocks. Upon reaching the front door, they bend down to see if any customers are inside.  Fortunately the shop is deserted except for the proprietor. Jonathan opens the door.

A bell chimes announcing their arrival. Jennifer, who has followed her husband in, quietly shuts the door behind them. A tall and chubby looking woman with a friendly face, who is in her late fifties, is in charge. She greets Jonathan and Jennifer who walk up to the counter.

“Is there any particular clock you have in mind? I have a large selection of cuckoo clocks on display,” the proprietor says, gesturing to all of the clocks in the store.

“We were wondering if we may use your telefon,” Jennifer replies with a warm smile in return. “My husband and I will reverse charges for the call, but at the moment I’m afraid we don’t have any change. You see we were pick-pocketed.”

The shop proprietor shakes her head in pity for their predicament. “You tourists should be very careful when carrying your money around. You are easy targets for thieves to steal your wallets. If you like I will call the polizei for you,” the woman offers eagerly.

“That won’t be necessary. If we could just use your telefon, we’ll notify the authorities ourselves,” Jennifer insists calmly while remaining friendly.

“I shall return with the telefon. I won’t be long. Make yourselves feel at home. My telefon is just in the back,” the proprietor remarks with a smile. She walks toward the room in the back.

“Danke, “ Jennifer, replies, thanking the owner for her generosity.

The lady disappears into the room, shutting the door behind her.

“At last we found ourselves a local who hasn’t seen our picture in the paper,” Jonathan comments in relief. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t have a radio in the back office.”

Shortly after the door to the back office opens. Jonathan and Jennifer, who have been glancing over all the cuckoo clocks, smile upon hearing the sound of footsteps. Their reaction of relief turns to apprehension. The friendly proprietor now holds a gun in her hand and her smile has been replaced by a glare.

“Hold it right there. Don’t move. I called the polizei. They’ll be here any minute. I recognized you from your picture in the papier the moment you entered my shop,” the proprietor explains in a tone of self-satisfaction. “If you try to kill me like you did that art dealer, I will shoot you in self-defense.” She turns to Jonathan.

“Listen, my husband didn’t kill anybody. He was framed. You know set-up,” Jennifer says, pleadingly. By now she is tired of people holding guns in their faces. “We didn’t even know Bachmeier.”

“Darling,” Jonathan whispers to Jennifer, taking out microfilm. He hands it to Jennifer which she accepts.

“Look, this is microfilm I have in my hand. Jonathan found it in his pocket. Someone knocked him unconscious before placing the gun and microfilm in his possession. There are Germans after us for this microfilm. Somehow the film is tied up in espionage plot. It appears Bachmeier was one of the secret agents who ended up dead,” Jennifer continues on intensely. She doesn’t even stop to catch her breath.

“I may be German, but I am no fool as you Americans would say. I know a lie when I hear one. You can tell your story to the authorities.”

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances, knowing they are running out of time. Soon they will be arrested if they can’t get out of the shop on their own free-will. While the proprietor is staring at Jennifer, Jonathan has a brainstorm. He motions to all the clocks that surround them before nodding his head toward the proprietor. Jennifer, who doesn’t take her eyes off of the owner, acknowledges Jonathan’s ploy. Jennifer turns her attention to the clocks that are in the windows behind her.

“You know I just have always loved cuckoo clocks,” Jennifer says with a warm smile. A tone of friendliness reappears in her voice. “If we had money on us I would buy one. Come to think of it cuckoo clocks would make an interesting topic for a story.”

While Jennifer is carrying on about cuckoo clocks, Jonathan is walking up to the proprietor from behind.

“You have any interesting facts about cuckoo clocks you would care to share while Jonathan and I are waiting to be placed under arrest? I wonder if I can write a story in jail and send it off to be published from prison,” Jennifer babbles on.

Jonathan grabs the woman by the shoulders with both hands with force. “Hand me the gun!” Jonathan orders. “I don’t want to have to use force on a woman.”

The proprietor attempts to break loose, but Jonathan is stronger than she is. He wrestles the gun away from her without any further obstacles. The proprietor attempts to let out a blood-curdling scream, but Jonathan instantly covers up her mouth with his hand.

Jennifer looks nervous and embarrassed at what they have resorted to out of desperation to clear their names. She stares at the poor shop owner with a look of regret. Jennifer rushes over and takes the gun away from Jonathan who held it out to her. The two fugitives grab the proprietor by the arms and start to carry her over to the back office. The female shop owner, kicking and screaming like a child having a tantrum, is putting up a good fight.

But Jonathan and Jennifer are a lot stronger than she is. They reluctantly drag her into the back room. Now that the Harts have the owner where they want her, they gently sit her down on a wooden chair. The chair is behind the door. Jonathan and Jennifer release their grip. They hurry out of the room as the proprietor starts yelling after them in rage and contempt.

She starts to run after them with her fists raised as Jonathan locks the door. Jonathan and Jennifer, both grabbing the door handle together, slam the door shut instantly. They both look at each other with discomfort and shame. Jonathan and Jennifer bolt for the front door. The shop owner starts to let out a scream that would alert the entire village.

But then all of the cuckoo clocks throughout the store go off at the same time now that another hour has passed.

The clocks drown out the proprietor’s attempt to scream for help. Jonathan and Jennifer stop in their tracks. They stare at all of the clocks, startled by their choice of timing. It’s as if the clocks were accessories after the fact. They exchange glances before dashing out of the door. In their haste, Jennifer accidentally knocks into a bystander passing by.

“I’m glad you came along,” Jonathan says, stopping to catch his breath. “The proprietor accidentally locked herself in her back office. The poor woman can’t seem to find a key.”

“My husband and I were just going for a locksmith,” Jennifer adds. “Keep an eye on her, would you?” she asks, relieved someone can release her at last.

Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand, and they continue running, heading back to the forrest. They never once look back. The bystander rushes into the shop to see if he can be of any
assistance. Jonathan and Jennifer are hurrying away from the town quickly as possible. They only pause now and then to catch their breath. By now they hear police sirens and commotions from the shop.

“Jonathan, let’s make a pact. The next time we are in Germany, let’s not show our faces in this town again,” Jennifer comments, embarrassed beyond words.

“Deal,” Jonathan replies in agreement whole-heartedly

Jonathan and Jennifer by now have stopped running. They are now walking in the forrest. The couple is exhausted beyond words, tired of being on their feet and craving food. They are down on their luck. If it weren’t for their expensive and well-made clothing, they would be mistaken for homeless tramps. The couple both need to shower, change clothes, and brush their hair.

Jonathan and Jennifer stop to rest their aching feet. They stare out into the sky and their surroundings. They are now close
to the highest point of the mountain which is known for
hang-gliding, paragliding, rock climbing, and hiking. Right now all in sight are trees. A mountain is in a distance on the other side.

“So much for telephoning Max,” Jennifer remarks, breaking the silence between them. “I wonder how long it is before it gets dark.” She glances at the time on her wristwatch.

“We need to see about seeking shelter. Our picture in the paper is all over Germany by now. Perhaps a barn is nearby,” Jonathan replies, turning to face Jennifer. He places his arms around her.

Before they can discuss their plans for seeking shelter for the night, they hear a noise somewhere in the distance. At first it’s impossible to make out the sound. Jonathan and Jennifer pause to listen. They struggle to figure out what is causing the noise. Only a few seconds pass by when it becomes clear it’s the sound of an airplane.

Jonathan and Jennifer turn toward where the plane appears to be coming from. At first glance, the plane is concealed by the clouds. All of a sudden the airplane comes into the sky, showing itself finally. But, it’s not an average airplane!!! It’s a dusty and old, but first-class working fighter aircraft from World War II!!! Jonathan and Jennifer are stunned and speechless!!! The fighter is a left-over and collectible Japanese aircraft referred to as the Zero, successful for attacking Pearl Harbor.

“Jonathan, is that what I think I see? A World War II fighter aircraft?” Jennifer asks in shock. She looks as if she wonders if she is imagining what she sees.

“Yes, darling, and unfortunately it appears to be working in excellent condition,” Jonathan replies grimly, holding Jennifer closely to him.

They are wary of the aircraft and for whom would be operating a fighter aircraft out here and years after the war ended???

Dietrich and the employee are in the plane. Dietrich is piloting the plane while his hired hand is grasping what appears to be a trigger. The fighter is headed in their direction. The plane is not too far away. The aircraft has a machine gun aimed in their direction.

Jonathan and Jennifer watch with fear and dread as the plane continues flying towards them. 

By now the infamous fighter is flying at three hundred and thirty-six miles per hour with an altitude of thirty two thousand feet. Dietrich grins deviously. He has Jonathan and Jennifer Hart at last!!!

Jonathan and Jennifer, knowing they are sitting ducks out in the open, hold onto each other’s hand tightly, mindful not to let go. They notice a barn nearby, but the fighter plane shoots ahead of them.

The bullets strikes loudly, hitting the barn which burst into flames. The once standing barn has dissolved within an instant of being shot. Jonathan and Jennifer stare at the destroyed barn aghast.

The couple turn around, hurrying swiftly in another direction. A cluster of trees are in the distance.

Jonathan and Jennifer run for cover not turning around once to glance at the fighter aircraft still hunting them down. They dash toward the trees out of breath already, but it is too late. The plane is close to flying above them ahead.

The machine gun blasts off. The bullets are hitting the ground.

Jonathan and Jennifer have to duck to avoid being struck by the deadly weapon.

By now the Harts are on a dirty road. They are approaching a little fence.

Just as the plane is about to shoot at them again out in the open, Jonathan and Jennifer jump over the fence as easy as animals doing a trick in a circus act. By now running for their lives has become second nature to them so jumping is easy.

They land gracefully on the dirt road, heading to the line of trees. The plane strikes ahead of them, hitting the dirt road, flinging dirt all over their attire. The attack results in causing Jonathan and Jennifer to halt again.

“Why do I feel like we are in the middle of a movie?” Jennifer asks in a tone as if the scene is from a film that hits too close to the reality they are in now.

“You mean a Hitchcock movie?” Jonathan asks, pausing for a moment. He is staring into the sky after the plane. It took a moment for Jonathan to catch onto his wife’s reference.

The aircraft circles again. Jonathan and Jennifer prepare for the next attack. They instantly throw themselves onto the ground. The couple are lying on the ground on their stomachs. Their eyes are glued to the plane that never goes out of their sight or their presence for that matter. The fighter plane is close to coming after them with more shots bombarding the ground.

Jonathan and Jennifer notice goats in the field down the road.

Jonathan and Jennifer, running again, never stop to catch their breath.

The Harts are fortunate enough to be able to reach the goats before the plane strikes at them. Jonathan and Jennifer get down on their knees behind the animals. Jonathan grabs his wife’s arm as they seek refuge. They lay low, waiting and looking for the plane to pass. The plane, not seeing them, flies off.

Jonathan and Jennifer stand to their feet when Jennifer unexpectedly sneezes. The goats, frightened by the sound, run away to the couple’s disappointment. They exchange glances. The plane, witnessing the goats’ departure, turns around.

The plane heads off into the distance, looking if it is planning to circle again before coming back. Jonathan looks around for a way to escape while Jennifer stares after the plane in dismay. Jonathan notices an American couple preparing to take off in a hang glider.

“I got an idea,” Jonathan says, grabbing Jennifer’s hand, leading her to the couple.

The couple is about to fly off. Jonathan and Jennifer hurry over to them.

“Wait just a moment, please!” Jonathan begs. “Could we have a word with you?”

The couple turn to the Harts, curious to what they would want with them. Jonathan talks to the couple softly while motioning to the sky. The couple exchange glances and reluctantly agree. Jonathan and Jennifer are handed their safety gear. They put on helmets and goggles. The American tourists hook them into the harnesses.

Jonathan and Jennifer now receive their reserve parachutes. They grab the control bars, run, and start hang gliding.

“Do what I do, darling,” Jonathan says, instructing Jennifer on basic hang gliding.

Jonathan lifts his hang glider up, starts running, and air lifts the glider. Jonathan, running downhill, launches. Jennifer follows his lead, flying with him.

They are starting to pass over the mountains.

Just then the fighter plane, returning, once again prepares to start shooting at Jonathan and Jennifer. As the plane approaches, shooting at them, Jonathan pulls hard to the left. Jennifer does the same.

The bullets are being aimed at them, appearing to strike harder than ever before. The ear-piercing machine gun bullets seem to echo in the mountains. The Harts avoid being shot down. The bullets are hitting the water below instead. The endless shooting continue for a few miles up ahead, but the shots are futile.

Jonathan is operating his hang glider like a pro. Jennifer manages to handle the glider like an intelligent beginner. She is accustomed to learning new experiences rather quickly. Eventually in a desperate and final attempt, Dietrich takes one last shot at Jennifer. A bullet strikes the hang glider. A hole rips out in her hang glider, and Jennifer starts descending into the water.

“JONATHAN!!!” Jennifer screams in terror.

Jonathan is off into the distance when he hears his wife’s horrifying scream. He panics and is terrified. He remains calm and level headed as always particularly in their never-ending dangerous adventures. Jonathan, turning the glider to look for Jennifer, leans his body into the turn. He tips the nose of the glider down to slow down as he descends. Jennifer is nowhere to be found. Jonathan is alone in the sky.

The plane turns around, heading back into the direction in which it came, having completed its mission.

“JENNIFER!!!” Jonathan yells in a panic.

There is no reply.

“JENNIFER!!!” Jonathan screams in despair, fearing Jennifer is gravely injured or dead.

There is still no response. A look of terror and guilt crosses Jonathan’s face as he continues looking for his missing wife.





                                                                          END OF ACT TWO

                                                                         Act Three

Minutes later Jonathan is still flying over Black Forrest, searching for Jennifer. He has lowered his hang glider to the ground in case Jennifer landed somewhere nearby on land. Jonathan, reaching Todnau Waterfall, sees Jennifer lying on the rocks of the waterfall, unconscious.

 Her hang glider is torn into pieces. The open emergency parachute is laying next to her. Jonathan is relieved to see Jennifer knew to use the parachute.

He navigates his hang glider into his wife’s direction. To land, Jonathan pushes the control bar as far out as he can. He tips the glider nose up so he can slow down and land on his feet.Once he has landed, Jonathan settles out of his hang glider and rushes to Jennifer’s side. He takes off his helmet and goggles.

Jennifer is slowly coming around. Her hair and clothes are soaking wet. She has some bruises on her head which she is rubbing with both of her hands, but she is not injured otherwise. The helmet is still tied securely around her head and neck. The goggles are dangling loose from her eyes.

“Darling, are you all right?” Jonathan asks with grave concern as he gets down on his knees. He stares at Jennifer, waiting to see how she feels after the attack.

“I’m fine. I just had the wind knocked out of me,” Jennifer replies with a sigh. “I have a slight headache though.”

They embrace. Jonathan assists his wife in taking off her helmet and goggles.

“I think it’s time we looked for shelter. We both need to get our rest,” Jonathan says, taking Jennifer’s hair in his hands and caressing her face. He is beyond relief Jennifer survived the fall.

A short time later Jonathan and Jennifer are making their way to a lake.

They are exhausted from all the running they had been doing that day. A local, in his mid fifties, is fishing in a rowboat. He looks up and stares at the Harts’ disheveled appearance. The local takes pity on the couple. He shouts out to them in English.

“Hi there, can I be of any assistance? I can row you to some place for you to get dry clothes. You better change before you catch a cold.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jonathan shouts back as he and Jennifer stand facing the lake.

The local picks up an oar and starts rowing his boat in their direction. Once reaching shore, the man places his oar down. Jonathan and Jennifer, taking their shoes off, walk over to the friendly local’s boat. Jonathan helps his wife into the rowboat before getting in. They place their shoes down before huddling each other to keep warm.

“Thank you for coming to our rescue,” Jennifer says with a warm smile. “My husband and I had an accident,” she lies, thinking it best not to reveal what actually happened.

“You have to be careful out here. It can be dangerous for tourists here in the forrest. You’re lucky you didn’t have a serious accident,” the local replies with worry. He takes off his jacket which he hands to Jennifer. “Where can I drop you folks off? How about a bed and breakfast?” he inquires as he starts to row.

“Thanks, but my wife and I can’t afford to pay at the moment. Is there a farm around here where we can seek shelter for the night?” Jonathan asks, helping Jennifer into the borrowed coat.

“Baden-Württemberg does have farms where tourist can spend a night for free. I know a farmer who lives nearby. He and his wife will be more than happy to put you and your lovely wife up for the night. His wife is a first-class cook. The barn has all the comforts of home,” the man responds with a warm grin. He starts rowing in the direction of the farm in a nearby village.

Jonathan and Jennifer are being shown into the barn by the farmer where they’ll be spending the night. Jonathan and Jennifer look around. All the comforts of home they wonder? It’s just a typical barn with hay on on the ground and animals gathered about.

“You can sleep in the loft if it will be more comfortable,” the farmer says. He is a gray-haired man in his early eighties with a kind and pleasant looking face.

“I think my husband and I will be more comfortable in the lower bunk,” Jennifer replies, attempting to keep her disappointment out of her voice as she gazes at the loft.

The farmer looks at Jennifer baffled by her words.

“My wife means we’ll be more comfortable on the floor,” Jonathan explains, seeing the farmer’s puzzled expression.

“Oh, well, my wife bring you some blankets and pillows. Make yourselves at home,” the farmer replies, exiting the barn.

Jonathan and Jennifer stare at the hay on the ground. “Well, darling, you got your pick of the bed at the Ritz,” Jonathan says with good humor, gesturing toward the hay.

Jennifer sees all of the cows and glances in their direction.

“I just hope I won’t have to milk a cow for our breakfast,” Jennifer remarks, her eyes still on the cows.

Soon after Jonathan and Jennifer are preparing for bed. It’s dark now. The sun went down only a few minutes before. The barn is lit by two lanterns. The couple have changed into warm night clothes the wife brought for them. Two soft pillows are laying on the hay along with some old-fashioned, but comfortable looking comforters. Jennifer is arranging the blankets to be spread out neatly as if she were preparing a bed in the guest-room to sleep in. Jonathan is hanging up their wet clothes on a clothesline by the loft while the cows seem to be observing him.

“Our bed is all made up. We better get some sleep. I have a feeling we’ll be getting up with the chickens,” Jennifer comments, lying down on the hay. She places her blanket over her.

Jonathan joins in his wife in their “made up” bed. He places his blanket over him. They snuggle up together.

“This is the first time we’ve been alone without being interrupted,” Jonathan replies with a smile. He takes Jennifer in his arms.

He spoke too soon. The farmer’s wife walks in, carrying a plate of Hanka’s mit Musik. She is a tall and thin lady, who is in her mid- eighties, with a warm and friendly looking face.

“I thought you would like a snack before going to sleep. Your poor things had a rough day,” the wife says with a look of sympathy. She hands Jennifer the plate of goodies.

The wife departs, leaving Jonathan and Jennifer alone at last. Jennifer hands the homemade German sweets to Jonathan.

“That certainly was thoughtful of her. I know they’re not Graham Cracker cookies and milk, darling, but Germany is known for its food.”

Jonathan sits up and prepares to eat. “When in Germany, darling, one do as the Germans do,” Jonathan replies, imitating the farmer’s accent with a grin. “They look delicious. What are they?” he asks eagerly, staring at the homemade snack.

“Hankas mit Musik.”

“What is that in plain English?” Jonathan asks, food half-way to his mouth. He is looking at Jennifer for a response.

“Curdled sour milk cheese made with chopped raw onions on top.”

“I don’t have a toothbrush on me,” Jonathan replies, gazing at the Hanka’s mit Musik. He takes a bite. “Looks like tonight we are going to have to go to bed without kissing,” he says with disappointment.

“That’s what you think,” Jennifer replies with a sly grin. She takes a piece and eats a bite. “Now, we’ll both have to go to sleep without brushing our teeth.” She shoots her husband a wink.

Jonathan smiles as Jennifer reaches over and kisses him on the lips. Jonathan, placing the Hanka’s mit Musik down on the plate, takes Jennifer into his arms. He returns the kiss.

The next morning after dawn, Jonathan and Jennifer are enjoying breakfast cooked by the farmer’s wife.  She prepared a slice of bread with jam, cheese, and cereal.

They no sooner have finished breakfast when the wife rushes into the barn with a worried expression on her face. It has turned pale. She starts speaking hurriedly. Jonathan looks at Jennifer who has a frown on her face. Jennifer gasps after hearing the wife’s announcement. She replies to the wife who runs out of the barn.

“Jonathan, we are going to have to get out of here,” Jennifer explains, placing their plates down on the tray. “A man and a woman showed up looking for us. I told our hostess to bring us some clothes. I have an idea.”

A few minutes later, Manfred and Ingrid dash into the barn after searching the house. By now the Harts have ditched their own clothes, pillows, and blankets. The lanterns and plates have also been taken out. Jonathan and Jennifer are wearing German farm clothing that they borrowed from the farmer and his wife. They look inconspicuous as they stand about pretending to be authentic farmers.

Jennifer sits on a small stool beside the cow with a bucket on the ground, pretending to be milking him. Jonathan is acting as if he is fetching eggs from the chickens. A basket is around his arm. They act as if they don’t even notice the couple’s presence. Manfred and Ingrid take a quick glance at them and their surroundings. They are appear to be convinced Jonathan and Jennifer are not on the farmer’s property. They sigh in disgust and hurry off.

Jonathan and Jennifer sigh in relief. Just after the couple left, Jonathan and Jennifer have changed into their own clothes that dried over night. The farmer and his wife’s clothing have been returned to them. The farmer’s wife hands Jonathan a Thermos full of fresh and steaming coffee. She also hands him a plastic bag full of Hankas Mit Musik.

“Here, you must keep up your strength,” the farmer’s wife insists strictly, pointing a finger at Jonathan.

“Danke,” Jonathan replies, flashing the wife a friendly smile.

The wife smiles and exits. The farmer is removing the blankets, pillows, and clothesline.

“Good luck on your journey,” the farmer says without looking at the Harts. “Where are you headed?”

“Hamburg,” Jonathan replies, walking over to him. He takes out his map and shows it to the farmer. “Can you tell us how we can get there?”

“Long way from here. You can take the train to Hamburg in the village. It’s the only way you can get there from here unless you had the courage to walk over the mountains.” He shows Jonathan and Jennifer how far they are from the village and gives them directions.

“We need to get to Hamburg quickly as possible. You might say it is a matter of life and death,” Jennifer replies with a sound of urgency in her voice. “Do you have a vehicle we can borrow to get us to the station?”

“My wife and I keep to ourselves mostly. We haven’t been out of this part of the country since the Nazis took over Germany. I only have a bike I would lend you. If I were you, I’d try hitchhiking.”

“Nein, Jennifer and I need our own transportation. We’ll take that bike. Where is it?” Jonathan asks with his hands on his hips.

The farmer points up above. “Up there. If I were you, I’d think twice before I’d lend you that bike. We haven’t used it in years.”

Jonathan and Jennifer look up to see the bike hanging from the loft. They now realize why the farmer is reluctant to lend it to them. The bike looks like the air is about to go out in one of the tires, and the seat covers are falling off. The paint needs to be touched up. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances.

A minute later Jonathan and Jennifer have exited the farm. They are holding hands as they reluctantly start to head to the train station on foot. Just then they see someone is coming up to the farm that is out in the middle of a forrest. It’s a ten year old paperboy on a two-wheel and two-seater bicycle. He is carrying a bag of newspapers.  

“Newspaper?” the paperboy asks. He parks his bike by the gate facing the farm house and barn.

“How about your bicycle instead? My wife and I need transportation to get us to the train station,” Jonathan replies as the boy walks over to them.

“Do I get anything in return? How much cash do you have on you?”
the young man asks, eying Jonathan. He is waiting patiently for an answer. He holds out his hand.

“You’ll make a good businessman some day, son,” Jonathan replies, with a grin. He takes off his expensive gold watch which he hands to the boy. “I don’t have any cash. I’ll give you my gold watch in return for the bike. My wristwatch was made in America.”

Jonathan holds out his wristwatch which the paperboy slowly accepts. He hesitates a moment before placing the watch up to his ear. The boy listens until he is satisfied the watch works. He turns the watch around to be certain the wristwatch was indeed made in America. Satisfied Jonathan isn’t conning him, the boy glances up at Jonathan with a smile.

“Bike is all yours, mister. Take good care of it. If I find out you and your wife are thieves, I’ll report you to the polizei. Understood?” the paperboy asks, staring at the couple harshly.

“Understood,” Jonathan replies with assurance. He smiles before running his hands through the kid’s hair. “We’ll take care of the bike. Now, you take care of my wristwatch.”

The boy smiles and runs toward the farmhouse, eager to show off his new wristwatch. Jonathan picks up the bike. He gets on the front seat before Jennifer gets on the back. Jonathan proceeds to peddle the bike to the village.

After only peddling the bike a few miles up ahead on the road, Jonathan and Jennifer notice the highway patrol police are standing on the side of the street.

They are stopping all vehicles passing by. The authorities hold up a newspaper to the drivers asking them if they have seen Jonathan and Jennifer Hart anywhere. The couple’s picture is on the front page. All they receive as a response is a shake of the head or a no.

After inquiring all the drivers on the street about the Harts and searching all of the automobiles thoroughly to be certain that they haven’t hitched a ride, the police nod to the drivers to go on. The drivers, restarting their engines, continues driving on ahead.

Meanwhile, as the highway police finished their search, Jonathan and Jennifer are keeping out of sight in a deserted horse and carriage on the other side of the road.

They are hiding under the hay on the back of the carriage. The bicycle has been ditched close to the side of the street. Now that the authorities have completed their manhunt on this road, they return to their cars and head off. They disappear out of sight. Jonathan and Jennifer, brushing the hay out of their hair, look to see if the police are gone.

Max stands facing the police officer in charge of the investigation regarding Jonathan and Jennifer. The officer is a gruff and stern looking official seated behind his desk. He looks like he served in the war. He is not a man to argue with. The policeman holds Max’s passport which he is looking over.

“Could you at least tell me Mr. and Mrs. H’s whereabouts?” Max asks, about to lose his patience. From his tone of voice and facial expression he has been arguing with the policeman for quite some time.

“That is privileged information,” the policeman replies, examining Max’s passport.

“Privileged information?! You got my passport right there in front of you!” Max exclaims in disbelief. “What do you want? My driver’s license? Or maybe you would like to take my fingerprints so you can send them off to the FBI in the United States!!! Give me a break!!! I flew all the way from the states!!! I’m sufferin’ from jet lag! I took the Concorde to get here in half of the time. I haven’t even checked into a hotel yet!!!”

“Passport appears to be genuine,” the officer replies, handing Max back his passport. He is acting as if he didn’t hear Max’s complaints. “I’ll check with customs and the airport to be certain you were on that flight.” He rises to his feet and stretches his legs. He has circles under his eyes. He has been up for hours. “What do you do for Herr and Frau Hart?” he asks, running his hands through his dark hair.

“I told you I’m their houseman and chauffeur,” Max answers impatiently. “Want my references?” he asks sarcastically.

The officer glares at Max, put off by his attitude. “Don’t get impatient. I’m just doing my job. I don’t know you. You are an American citizen now a stranger in Europe. And not just any country. You are in Germany. If you were in East Berlin, you wouldn’t get any respect. In fact you might get thrown into prison just for your attitude,” the German policeman explains gruffly.

“But I answered all of your questions,” Max insists with a defeated sigh. “What more do you want?”

“Answers to those questions. I’m not placing you under arrest or considering you a suspect, but one of our own ends up murdered in a galerie here in Frankfurt. And I don’t trust anyone especially foreigners when a murder is committed. Jonathan Hart may be a wealthy and respected citizen here on business, but I don’t know the man personally. The victim was well liked by everyone in this town and was as you Americans would say a pillar to the community. Had no enemies so when he ends up being killed I need to know who had means and opportunity. We have an eye witness who places Hart coming out of the galerie soon before we arrived. And she saw Hart toss the gun aside. My men also dug a bullet out of a wall in the back-room. Test prove it came from the same gun. Hart’s fingerprints were also found on the murder weapon. Case closed. Jonathan Hart is the only suspect and unless we can prove otherwise he will remain wanted for murder,” the policeman declares adamantly. He is looking  Max in the eye.

“You forget one thing,” Max reminds the officer. “Mr. H ain’t got no motive. I’m certain he didn’t even know that art dealer until this trip. Mr. H ain’t no killer. Why would he kill someone he don’t know? What kind of case is that?” Max asks in anger and exasperation.

“With the times we are living in people don’t always have a rational reason to resort to violence. Maybe Hart got into argument with Bachmeier over some painting, lost his temper, and shot him in a fit of rage.”

“That’s speculation. Mr. H don’t lose his temper that easily. Are you gonna tell me where he and Mrs. H are or not?”

“The last time they were seen was in Black Forrest near Baden-Baden,” the officer replies reluctantly. “And that’s the only cooperation you are going to get. Now, I got one more question for you,” he adds, pointing an intimidating finger at Max. “Have you heard from the Harts?”

“No!” Max exclaims, losing his temper. “And that’s the only cooperation you are gonna get from me. You ain’t gonna intimidate me! I’m wastin’  time here! I’m goin’ to the American ambassador to see about callin’ off that manhunt! I’ll look for Mr. and Mrs. H myself even if I have to put on skis.”

Max storms over to the door. “Oh, can you tell me where the embassy is or is that privileged information too?” Max asks, looking back at the policeman with his hand on the doorknob.

Soon after Max is seated in a warm and cozy office of the American ambassador. He is sitting on a couch facing a fireplace that is lit during the winter. Max holds a mug of fresh coffee in his hand that his host just served him. The ambassador is a friendly looking gentleman in his mid seventies with white hair. He is smoking a cigar while he is standing facing Max. His antique desk is behind him.

“Thank you,” Max says with a smile. He is relieved to be drinking something hot that contains caffeine after an incredible long flight. “I’m sorry to intrude on you at this hour, but I ain’t got no one else to turn to. And this is my first trip to Germany. I had heated words with that hard-headed cop. He acts as if he is ready to convict Mr. and Mrs. H. himself and without no concrete proof of their guilt.”

“I apologize our policeman wasn’t very cooperative, but unfortunately when a murder is committed, they don’t act cordially toward tourists.”

“So I noticed,” Max comments. He takes a sip of his coffee.

“When was the last time you spoke to the Harts?”

“I only spoke to Mrs. H the day before that art dealer got bumped off. Mr. H was in a business meetin’  here in Frankfurt.”

“What was the nature of that call?”

“Mrs. H called to tell me she and Mr. H have plans to go to Geneva soon as they finish their visit here. Mr. H had unexpected business come up in Switzerland. And if you want to know if I heard from them since, the answer is no. Look, I’m really worried. As you know you are the American ambassador. Can’t you do somethin’?” Max asks, placing his mug down. He rises to his feet. “It ain’t like Mr. H not to call me. He and Mrs. H must be in danger. I hope I ain’t arrived too late.”

“Max, I’m afraid there is very little I can do regardless of my position. If the officer in charge was a reasonable man, I’d have a better chance of guaranteeing Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Hart’s survival. Even though I am the ambassador, I would be seen as interfering in a police matter. Now, if they should be arrested while unharmed then I could be of assistance.I could see to it that they get a fair trial and a good lawyer. However, since the Harts haven’t turned themselves in, they are legally considered fugitives on the run. The fact that they haven’t given themselves up only makes them look even more guilty,” the ambassador replies with regret and sympathy. “Don’t get discouraged. Go to a hotel and get some sleep. I’ll see what I can do.”

“You can do somethin’, can’t you?” Max asks with despondency.

“Of course. I’ll get in touch with the police commissioner himself right away. I’ll request him to keep me up to date on the Harts whereabouts. And I’ll give specific instructions so the authorities won’t take drastic actions if they refuse to surrender. I’ll insist no shooting. Please don’t worry. I have great respect and regard for tourists’ well-being. As you Americans say, innocent until proven guilty. With the way our relations are with America right now, I feel it’s in our best interest to show hospitality to Americans who honor us with their presence in Germany.”

“Thanks. I know Mr. and Mrs. H would appreciate any help you could give ‘em,” Max replies in relief. He shakes the ambassador’s hand.

“What hotel are you staying at? I’ll contact you by phone if I receive word.”

“I ain’t sure. I just hopped on a plane without makin’  a hotel reservation. Mr. and Mrs. H were stayin’ at Villa Kennedy, but ‘em prices are more than my salary. And I got a raise.”

“Villa Kennedy it is. I’ll call to make the reservation myself. The manager is a close friend of mine. It’s tourist season. It would be impossible to get you a room without notice in advance.”

“I don’t need the luxury like Mr. and Mrs. H, but thanks.”

Max starts to exit the American ambassador’s office. The ambassador looks after him with sympathy and concern. Max shuts the door behind him. He enters the secretary’s outer office which is empty now except for the janitor who is mopping the floor with a broom. Max walks right past him. He is unaware the man is watching his every move while pretending to be cleaning. Soon as he is out of sight, the stranger tiptoes up to the door. The man turns out to be the second heavy and employee of the casino in Baden-Baden! The heavy cautiously listens as he hears the ambassador dialing his telephone inside the office.

“Could I speak to the police commissioner? It’s vital I speak to him instantly. Tell him the American ambassador is calling regarding the Jonathan Hart manhunt,” the ambassador says to the commissioner’s secretary with great urgency. “And his houseman, Max, paid me a call just now.”

Sometime later, Max, is approaching the lobby of the Villa Kennedy. A lit cigar is in his mouth. He is carrying two loaded suitcases that he packed in a mad rush. Just as he enters to register, a man is standing on the sidewalk outside the resort grounds. The spy turns out to be the heavy from the casino!!!

The heavy walks into a popular apple wine pub loaded with tourists and locals. He looks around for the person he is to meet. In the middle of the pub he notices Sebastian is seated by himself helping himself to a second glass of wine.  The threatening looking man strolls over and joins the powerful German indulging. He takes a seat.

“Sorry for the last minute notice,” he says while his companion is occupied with his drink. “I just had a break concerning the Jonathan Hart case. Max, his houseman, paid a call on the American ambassador. Max is very concerned about his employer’s welfare. The ambassador promised to have the police commissioner keep him informed on their whereabouts and guarantee their safety. No shooting on sight.”

“Where is this Max staying?” Sebastian asks nonchalantly while sipping his half-filled glass.

“Villa Kennedy.”

“I want you to keep an eye on Max. Continue to observe his whereabouts. Inform me if he pays a call on the ambassador or decides to leave town. Where are the Harts?”

“The Polizist in charge of the investigation informed Max they were last seen in Black Forrest.”

“That confirms what my contacts in Baden said. Two of my employees have been trying to retrieve the microfilm, but Jonathan Hart and his wife are alluding them. Inform Dietrich of his houseman’s arrival. Max may be a threat to our operation. If he turns out to be another intruder, I want him taken care of.  However, I think we shouldn’t resort to violence. We don’t want to jeopardize the polizei discovering our scheme. Once we pull off this plan, communism will return to Germany permanently. How about a glass of apple wine?” Sebastian asks, turning to look at the other man for the first time. He has been speaking calmly and acting as if this last minute meeting is just another business conference being conducted.

“My wife wants me to give up wine for a while. She doesn’t approve of alcohol even if it’s wine.”

“Pity! I was hoping we could drink a glass together to our success. Wives can be so disagreeable. Women are such a nuisance.” Sebastian raises his glass. “Here’s to communism and may it rule the entire country forever!!!” He starts to snigger uncontrollably, breaking his calm composure and business like manner.

The casino employee picks up an empty glass which he raises. “To communism and may it never die!” He smiles cunningly.

The two men toast to their crooked and evil operation; the heavy joining in the sniggering that would make a local turn cold and become terrified. Their interaction continues as Sebastian signals to a nearby waitress for another wine.

In the meantime while Max is waiting for word on the Harts back in Frankfurt, Jonathan and Jennifer are making their getaway from the German authorities once again. Jonathan, pulling on the reins of the horses from the abandoned carriage, is leading the way. Jennifer sits by his side watching the road and landscape for any signs of the police. Fortunately, they had managed to allude the law for the time being. The couple remain silent, their thoughts on the possibility that they could be recognized and arrested any minute now. Jonathan finally breaks the silence.

“I think we better abandon this carriage and continue our journey on foot. The Federal Police are surely looking all over Germany for us by now,” Jonathan says, keeping his attention ahead. “And our German friends aren’t going to give up their search for us.”

“We’ll never make it on foot. Hamburg is too long of a walk from here. It’ll take days before we reach our destination,” Jennifer replies with a tone of discouragement.

“It’s a chance we’ll have to take, darling. There’s no other way. If the local authorities have their men out stopping every vehicle that comes by it’s a guarantee the Federal Police will be checking every station in the country. And their men will be at the borders on the lookout,” Jonathan replies, turning the horses in the direction of the mountains. He pulls on the reins even harder to get the horses to pick up pace.

Jennifer doesn’t respond as she comes to the realization her husband is right. She looks out over at the mountains, wondering how they’ll ever survive the hours on end hike.

What seems like eternity to them, Jonathan and Jennifer are hiking over the Hörnleberg Mountain. The Harts only take short breaks in between to rest and share coffee and Hankas mit Musik that the friendly farmer’s wife was more than generous to give them. They are holding each other’s hand. Their feet are aching and they long for a warm meal, a place to rest, a bath, and a change of clean clothing. Since the police won’t be searching the mountains for the fugitives, the couple are taking their time in their quest to reach Hamburg. It is pouring down the rain, making their journey challenging. They are soaked to the bone once again. If the weather wasn’t difficult enough nighttime has fallen. Jonathan and Jennifer can see their surroundings, but just barely. There is a view of the Elz Valley and Upper Rhine Plain.

While helping his wife across the wondrous mountains, Jonathan is keeping a sharp lookout for a place to lodge for the night. The weather is making them desperate to seek shelter and put their journey on hold until the rain stops. So far it seems doubtful. They are alone in what seems like a endless hike in a country that is foreign to them. Suddenly only a short distance there is a windmill up ahead that looks to be old and abandoned for centuries. There is hardly any signs of life coming from that rusty mill.

“What do you know? We’ve found lodging for the night,” Jonathan says, pausing to stare at the mill for a moment. With the weather and darkness he is wanting to be absolutely certain he spotted a mill.

“Thank God!!!” Jennifer exclaims in relief, pausing to catch her breath.

They continue on, dashing toward the mill, hurrying to get out of the rain quickly as possible. But as they get closer, Jonathan and Jennifer abruptly stop. Someone has caught their attention. It’s not the police or the Germans after the microfilm this time.

It’s a German dressed as a guard. He is a stern and unpleasant man who is keeping watch outside the mill. The Harts, stare at him, sensing something sinister is happening inside the mill. They exchange glances. They are pondering what to do.

Jonathan, not wanting to risk drawing the guard’s attention, turns back to Jennifer. He whispers something into her ear.
Jennifer whispers a response back into his ear. Jonathan releases his hand from Jennifer’s. Jonathan silently walks on ahead as Jennifer watches from a distance. Soon he has disappeared from her sight.

Once reaching the mill, Jennifer creeps up to the run-down building from one side while Jonathan tiptoes up to the other. They are both laying low to prevent from being seen.

Once they get close enough to the guard to attack him, Jonathan nods to Jennifer. He just gave her the signal. It’s the second step in his plan to take the guard by surprise. Jennifer turns to glance around to make sure no one notices them. Fortunately for them the mill has no windows. It’s impossible to tell who may be inside.

Jennifer nods after looking around her surroundings to be certain no one is around. Jonathan nods back after seeing her signal. Phase three can now be put into action.  He starts to sneak up to the guard from behind, but the guard heard his footsteps. The guard swings around, aims gun at Jonathan, and orders him to leave. So much for phase three of Jonathan’s plan. Jonathan, glancing toward Jennifer, shoots her a look without making eye-contact just as the guard puts his hand on the trigger. Time to rethink this plan.

“I’ll be glad to leave, but first could you tell me where I could seek shelter for the night? Some place cheap as in free. My wife and I aren’t very particular about our accommodations. You see, our car broke down nearby, so we were forced to walk up here in the rain. I’m not worried about me, but I don’t want my wife to catch a cold. The rain always gives her pneumonia,” Jonathan says casually while remaining calm. Jennifer sneaks up behind the cranky looking guard who looks as if he is still living in the time Hitler was in power.

Hearing Jonathan has a wife, the guard glances around, looking for Jennifer. He is about to turn to look in Jennifer’s direction when she strikes his hand with her purse. The gun falls to the ground. Before he can retrieve the weapon, Jonathan has the opportunity to fight him off. He hits him with a left then a right cross, causing the guard, to fall to the ground, unconscious. Plan B was successful!!!

“Grab his jacket,” Jonathan says as Jennifer rushes up to her husband’s side.

“Jonathan, you are not going to leave him out here in the rain?” Jennifer asks with a tone revealing she is curious to what Jonathan has in mind.

“No, of course not. We don’t want him to catch a cold,” Jonathan replies, surprised at Jennifer for thinking he would resort to that sort of thing.

Jennifer shoots her husband a look, puzzled by Jonathan’s next plan of action.

“Turn around,” Jonathan says to Jennifer’s shock. “Trust me.”

Jennifer shoots Jonathan a look of doubt as she reluctantly turns around as instructed. Jonathan starts to take the belt buckle from his pants off. Jennifer has her back to him, wondering what her husband is up to now.

Only a few minutes later Jonathan and Jennifer are walking around in the windmill, Jonathan dressed in the guard’s uniform. It’s dim so the Harts can’t see their way around. The mill is dusty and appears to be uninhabited. They look around for any signs of light. They are holding hands and walking together so they won’t lose their way.

Jonathan and Jennifer come upon two old, dusty, but working oil lamps in perfect condition. They pick them up just as they hear voices from the other side of the mill. The couple exchange glances and start to make their way to where the voices are coming from.

Jonathan and Jennifer start up the creaky, old, dusty, and worn-down stairs leading to the top. They are forced to tiptoe to avoid being caught. They see shadows of the men’s faces on the walls as they approach the upper level. As Jonathan and Jennifer stand on the landing, Jennifer sneezes, but manages to sneeze quietly into her dress. The mill is moist, and water is leaking through an enormous hole in the roof.

Jonathan grabs a shaking cold Jennifer and pushes her away from the hole. His shoes are now filled up with raindrops which Jennifer notices.

“Jonathan,” Jennifer whispers. “Your shoes,” she says, motioning to her husband’s damp shoes.

Jonathan glances down at his shoes which he silently removes. He holds them in his hand while continuing to hold the oil lamp steady in his other. Jennifer decides she has better take off her wet stilettos to avoid falling. Jonathan and Jennifer reach the fourth floor where they see men in a room just off the steps. They duck.  Jennifer accidentally backed up too far to the brake wheel.

Jonathan is too occupied watching the men to have seen his wife’s misstep. Jennifer loses her balance, dropping her oil lamp and shoes. Jonathan heard her trip and swiftly turns to see Jennifer hanging onto the wind shaft for dear life.  Jonathan is alarmed!

Jonathan, quietly placing his oil lamp and shoes down, leans over to lift a helpless Jennifer up.  He struggles at first to reach her hands which is out of his reach. He finally succeeds in grasping them tightly.

Jonathan pulls Jennifer up just as her dress would have gotten caught. Jennifer sighs in relief. Suddenly, they see the men come dashing out after overhearing the disturbance. Jonathan, grabbing Jennifer by the hand, races to seek refuge underneath the brake wheel.

The men glance around carefully with their oil lamps. They don’t spot Jonathan and Jennifer who are hiding out of sight. The men naturally turn out to be Germans. Their uniforms makes it very clear they are with the secret police from Eastern Berlin. Jonathan and Jennifer are stunned to find secret police in an isolated windmill somewhere in the mountains. The men mutter with annoyance at the interruption before resuming their discreet work.

Jonathan and Jennifer, coming out from hiding, return to their previous hiding place. They watch what is going on. Jennifer’s purse slips from her icy and wet hands. She picks it up hastily, but the secret police don’t seem to have heard the noise. The couple look on only to discover the Germans loading machine guns and dynamite in the windmill.  Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances of shock and terror.

The guns and dynamite have been packed carefully in separate coffins which are identical to the ones noticed in the air-raid tunnel under the cathedral. The Harts overhear the secret police talking about microfilm and cassette tapes. There is a projector and a screen in the mill too. Now that all the weapons have been packed, the evil looking Germans pick up a cassette which is still in its plastic box.  The cassette had been tossed aside earlier.

A small, but portable cassette player is set up on a used stool which is missing a leg and looks as if it could collapse at any second. The second German places the tape in and presses the play button on the machine. The audio is in a low volume which prevents Jonathan and Jennifer from hearing who is speaking distinctly.  The tape has a recording of the progress of a sabotage plan in the works. Sebastian is the speaker on the cassette. Once the message is heard the first man, taking out the tape, tosses it into a nearby wastebasket. He then burns the cassette with a match. The guards leave without uttering a word.

Jonathan and Jennifer wait until the Germans have descended the stairs. Now that no one is in sight, the Harts decide to investigate the content on the microfilm. They hurry into the hidden quarters where the secret police had been in only a moment ago.

While Jonathan takes out the microfilm Jennifer prepares to get the projector and screen set up. They stand silent and wait eagerly for the microfilm to play. Their curiosity is aroused now more than ever when German words, which is appears to be a code, appears on the screen in bold letters. The code seems to have been written by a well-educated person who most likely whose career is in business. Jonathan has a look that shows he is sure the handwriting is familiar to him, but he can’t recall where he has seen it before.

Jennifer, knowing the German language, translates the code to Jonathan. Jennifer is standing behind the projector while Jonathan stands facing the screen.

“Any idea what the code means, darling?” Jonathan asks, his eyes glued to the words on the screen.

“Not off hand, darling, but I know one thing. That code means danger,” Jennifer replies, giving Jonathan a look of warning and fear. “I’ll read it aloud and maybe I can decipher it,” she adds. She reads the secret code aloud. She pauses to think. A light bulbs goes off. “Jonathan! We got to stop those Germans. Berlin is in trouble. If we don’t get to Hamburg, these people are going to get away with with their evil scheme!” Jennifer exclaims in horror and desperation. She snaps off the projector.

“Care to be more specific?” Jonathan asks, turning around to face Jennifer.

“Jonathan, I’m talking about sabotage!” Jennifer exclaims in a panic.

“That’s specific enough. Let’s get on our way. Put the microfilm in your purse,” Jonathan replies, speechless at the revelation.

Jennifer, without wasting a second, takes the microfilm out of the projector. She places the film in her purse for protection.

Shortly afterwards, Jonathan and Jennifer returned to the tied up guard whom they left in his underwear. The defeated man mutters in bitterness and irritation. His hands are tied up with Jonathan’s belt buckle and his mouth has been gagged with one of Jennifer’s handkerchiefs. The couple have left him behind the door.

Jonathan has changed from the guard’s uniform back into his own soaked suit which is now damaged. Now, that the uniform is no longer of use, Jennifer tosses it onto the humiliated guard.

“Here, before you catch cold,” Jennifer remarks casually. She and Jonathan start to exit the mill together.

The guard continues to mutter and protest, but Jonathan and Jennifer ignore him.

Jonathan, opening the door for Jennifer, seeks shelter outside. The rain is still going strong as ever. The Harts decide to wait till it passes before continuing to head to Hamburg. They huddle together. All at once the couple start sneezing at the precise moment together. Now the weather and the condition of the windmill has affected their sinuses. Jennifer reaches into her purse and takes out two of her handkerchiefs.

She hands one to Jonathan while hanging onto the other. They sneeze in their handkerchiefs, letting out a loud sneeze. Jonathan and Jennifer continue to hold the oil lamps for light. Jonathan takes out the thermos. He takes out a big gulp of what’s left of the coffee.

Jonathan hands his wife the thermos. Jennifer, more than willing to accept the offer, takes a big gulp herself. She wraps her freezing hands around the thermos. The coffee feels good despite its temperature.

By now the Harts are sneezing non-stop. All of a sudden they feel drowsy. Exhaustion has finally set in. They place their oil lamps down. Now the couple collapse in each other’s arms. Jonathan and Jennifer have fallen asleep. Unexpectedly the rain stops just as they are in a deep sleep.

Jonathan and Jennifer, continuing to walk three days later,  make their way down the mountains. They are somewhere in the countryside near the city of Kassel. By now the sun is shining brightly. The sun has just risen in the sky. The weather is perfect for summer.

Jonathan and Jennifer are still holding hands. They are about through climbing down the mountain after an endless hike. Once reaching the bottom of the mountain, the couple notice a man, who had just finished repairing a flat tire on his car. A new tire had just been put on replacing the used and now worthless tire. Jonathan and Jennifer stop at the foot of the mountain, wondering how they could gain access to the local’s vehicle. The local appears to be someone who lives out in the country away from the city. He is a white-haired man, who looks to be eighties, is wearing very casual attire. He appears to be the friendly and gracious type. His hands are greasy after changing the flat.

Jonathan and Jennifer watch from their position as the man approaches his open trunk. He places the old tire in it. Jonathan and Jennifer look at him. From the expressions on their faces it’s clear they are contemplating approaching him about borrowing his car. Jonathan, looking at Jennifer, decides to chance this local hasn’t seen their picture in the paper. They slowly and cautiously walk up to the man as he places the lug wrench into the trunk.

“Excuse us,” Jennifer calls out to him in a friendly manner to gain his confidence.

The man looks up at the Harts. He is aghast at their attire and appearance.

“Guten Morgen,” Jonathan greets warmly.

“We’re sorry to trouble you, but could you possibly loan us your car? My husband and I have been walking for miles. We don’t have any transportation, and we need to get to Hamburg as fast as possible. It’s a matter of life-and death,” Jennifer explains remaining calm.

“Tell him we had our wallets stolen,” Jonathan requests. He is running his hand through his dirty hair that is oily and overdue for a wash.

“We had our wallets stolen. My husband and I can’t even afford to buy new clothes or pay for a train ticket.”

“Have you reported the theft to the polizei?” the local asks gently, showing genuine concern.

“Uh, nein. We haven’t had a chance to place a phone call to America. We’ll gladly return the car as soon as we can.”

The local smiles before responding to the request. “Well, my haus is only a mile up the road. Take the car! You two look like trustworthy tourists. I’ll place the call soon as I reach my home. Where in America should I have the operator place the call?”

“Los Angeles. We need you to get in touch with our houseman, Max, and tell him to fly down to Frankfurt soon as possible. Tell him to get in touch with the German authorities and the American ambassador soon as he arrives. Our home number is 555-2929. You can reverse the charges,” Jennifer replies with a smile. She is more than relieved they stumbled upon someone willing to come to their rescue. “Danke.”

Just then Manfred and Ingrid come out from hiding, holding a gun in the Harts’ faces once again.

“That won’t be necessary because there’ll be no more calls for you. One move, and this local is dead,” Manfred states firmly, his hand on the trigger. He aims the gun at the man’s back. The stranger looks at Jonathan and Jennifer with a look of regret and genuine fear at being caught in the middle.

Manfred and Ingrid are smiling slyly. At last they have succeeding in pulling a fast one on the Harts!

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances. They stare at the firearm with fear. The Harts remain speechless. Before they can react, all five of them are interrupted by a news report. It’s a local reporter giving the latest update on the Harts’ disappearance and the manhunt that is still going on.

“Turn it off!” Ingrid orders. She raises her voice in exasperation, jumping at the unexpected announcement.

Jennifer instantly turns to the car radio and switches it off as instructed.

“I have to hand it to you and your wife,” Ingrid says, her eyes on the couple. Jennifer turns to face her, her eyes again on the weapon. “You would make adorable farmers. I knew you would be headed across the mountains since the polizei are searching for you across the country. You are much too clever to risk getting caught by the authorities.”

Jennifer continues to be speechless and in fear of their safety. Jonathan remains calm. He finally speaks up.

“How did you know my wife and I would be stopping in Kassel?” Jonathan asks, staring at the wife rather than the weapon that is aimed in their faces.

“The guard you tied up with your belt buckle told us he saw you heading in this direction, and the secret police witnessed your presence in the mill. None of us wanted to chance you getting away with the microfilm again! We figured we needed to outwit you!”

“I should have suspected something wasn’t right when he didn’t inquire about a license or registration,” Jennifer says, exchanging glances with Jonathan.

“Or third party insurance,” Jonathan adds, turning to Jennifer.

The gun is now aimed at Jonathan. “Microfilm!” Manfred orders with a scowl.

“My wife has it,” Jonathan replies without hesitation.

Manfred aims the gun directly at Jennifer. His hand is ready to pull the trigger the moment she refuses to hand the film over.

Jennifer, exchanging glances with Jonathan, reluctantly reaches into her pure to take out the microfilm. Manfred and Ingrid turn to the local now that the microfilm is in their possession.

“You can leave. Go back to your home and don’t tell anyone what you just witnessed,” Manfred orders, glaring at the local who glares back at them.

The man walks briskly out of sight. He is anxious to get away from the couple who forced him to help set a trap for Jonathan and Jennifer.

“I take it the flat tire was part of the ploy,” Jennifer comments in an attempt to buy time now that the microfilm is no longer with her.

“Of course, how else could we get you to take the bait?” Ingrid replies, quite pleased with herself. She thinks she is too clever for the self-made millionaire and his worldly wife. “Now, get into the car and don’t make a move.” She turns to Jonathan.

“You’ll do the driving, Herr Hart,” Ingrid insists firmly. Her hand is now on the trigger.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances. They start to reluctantly get into the vehicle, Jonathan behind the wheel. The couple follow them to the automobile. Just as they are about to get into the passenger seats, Jonathan pushes his foot down hard on the gas pedal. The car speeds off in the direction of the city.

Manfred and Ingrid, taken off balance, fall to the ground. Their weapons are now on the pavement. Their heads are bruised. They lift themselves to their feet without bothering to react to the pain in their heads. The husband and wife team start firing at Jonathan and Jennifer, but they are too far away for the bullets to strike the borrowed vehicle. Manfred and Ingrid, muttering curses in German, look around for transportation. No other cars are around.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Jennifer are getting away. Jonathan’s foot is still on the gas pedal. He is going over the speed limit. He has just passed a sign alerting people to the limit that is tolerated on the road.

“That microfilm is the only way to clear us. Whatever is being planned is going to be discussed in Hamburg,” Jennifer says, anxiety in her voice.

“Let’s hope we can find out what is going on before we end up dead or arrested for murder,” Jonathan replies, his eyes staring at the street. He is keeping a sharp look out for any vehicles that may come upon them including police cars.

“Whichever comes first,” Jennifer replies with frustration. She reaches into her purse to retrieve a hairbrush. “I just wish we could get to a phone to call Max.” She starts brushing her wet and untidy hair that is need of a wash.

“If we are lucky, that local will call Max,” Jonathan says, turning a corner.

Max, pacing back and forth nervously, is smoking a cigar when the telephone in his suite rings. He rushes to the phone and picks up the receiver to answer.



“Yeah?” Max asks, not waiting to find out whom the caller is. He takes the cigar out of his mouth. He listens before replying. “Hey, mister ambassador. Any word about Mrs. and Mrs. H?” he asks impatiently. He is wishing the ambassador would get to the point without bothering to exchange greetings. Max listens tensely.

“I just received word from one of my contacts, Max. He informed me a local from Kassel telephoned him about his encounter with Mr. and Mrs. Hart. His story is a couple forced him against his will to use his car in a ploy to bring the Harts out in the open to be captured. This man mentioned Mr. and Mrs. Hart were desperate to get to Hamburg, so she asked if he could lend them his vehicle,” the American ambassador replies, finally getting down to business.

“I’m on my way to Hamburg,” Max declares. He is about to hang up the receiver when the ambassador speaks up excitedly.

“Wait a minute. Don’t do anything that could jeopardize their lives. Your arrival will only make the situation worse. The Harts are already endangered so don’t take matters into your own hands. I advise you to stay put until the police locate the Harts. It’s in their best interest you don’t take action. Remember this you are no longer in the states. This is Germany, and tourists are at a high risk of being attacked by criminals more than our own people. Since there is so much political unrest, you are increasing your chances of facing harm yourself. I have to go to East Berlin instantly on a government business. Max, I give you my word as a government official I will contact you the moment I receive any further news.”

The ambassador hangs up abruptly before Max can protect. Max hangs up the receiver in annoyance and anger.

During his private discussion with the ambassador, the casino employee, who met up with Sebastian at the wine pub, has been eavesdropping. He silently and discreetly hangs up the receiver with a satisfied grin on his face.

Max, placing the cigar back into his mouth, continues to pace up and down. Max is on edge. He is frowning. His nerves and determination to rescue Jonathan and Jennifer are getting the better of him.

“I don’t care what that ambassador says. If Mr. and Mrs. H are in danger, I’m gonna be there in Hamburg,” Max mumbles to himself, taking the cigar out of his mouth. He tosses it into the ashtray.

Max walks over to the set of drawers on the dressing table and starts to pack his clothes. He is preparing to leave Frankfurt at once. He doesn’t go to the trouble of organizing his wardrobe. Max just tosses the clothes into the suitcase without caring about them getting wrinkled. He turns to the telephone, picking up the receiver to speak to the concierge in the lobby.

Before his call can be answered, the door slowly opens. Some unknown person, forcing the lock open, is sneaking into the suite. The intruder is tiptoeing toward Max who is waiting impatiently. Just as the desk clerk finally comes on the other end of the line, the unseen person catches Max off guard. The stranger covers Max’s nostrils up with a cloth that contains chloroform.

Max loses consciousness instantly. The receiver falls from his hand and lands on the carpet. The telephone lays on the ground as Max is lying motionless and helpless on the floor of his hotel suite.

The desk clerk, shouting into the mouthpiece, is wondering why the guest who called down to the lobby isn’t answering. The intruder picks up the receiver and silently hangs up the telephone. The person turns their attention to the luggage Max almost finished packing. The suitcase is still open. The stranger continues from where his unexpected victim left off.

This person picks up the suitcase once all packed and shut. Voices are heard making it apparent there are two intruders in the bedroom. Max is dragged out of the hotel room still unconscious.



                                                                                                         END OF ACT THREE

                                                                              ACT FOUR

That morning a fishing vessel is approaching the harbor in the town well-known mainly for being a fishing village. Jonathan and Jennifer Hart, resting their heads on their chest, smell of fish. Jonathan has his hands on his wife’s back. They are sound asleep, exhausted by their tiring adventure. They are lying down at the stern.

The vessel is pulling up to the dock. A seagull lands on top of the couple as they are aroused from their sleep. Jonathan is the first one to wake up with the sun shining in his face. He gently pushes the seagull away as Jennifer smiles, mistaking the seabird for Jonathan.

“Oh, Jonathan, not now! I’m asleep,” Jennifer says with a grin half-asleep.

Jonathan turns to face his wife. “Darling, wake up. We are in Hamburg,” Jonathan replies, gently shaking Jennifer by the shoulders. He waits patiently for Jennifer’s eyelids to open.

Jennifer’s eyes slowly open. Her eyes cringe as they adjust to the bright sunlight that is shining directly into her face.

“Good morning,” Jonathan greets with a smile, kissing Jennifer on the lips. “It’s time to rise and shine,” he announces with gentleness. “Get any sleep?” Jonathan asks, staring down at Jennifer. He is feeling pity for Jennifer as they had to hitch a ride to Hamburg by vessel. No other transportation was available to them.

“If you call three hours sleep,” Jennifer replies with frustration. She glances at the time on her wristwatch which is working despite all the water exposure. “What about you?”

“I only got a few hours worth of sleep myself. What time is it?”

“Five minutes after nine,” Jennifer answers with a yawn, reluctant to wake up.

Jonathan helps Jennifer rise to her feet. “You could do with a shave, darling,” Jennifer comments, feeling his face.

“I’ll see if I can make arrangements with the captain to get a shave,” Jonathan replies good-naturedly.

“While you are at it, see if arrangements can be made about my hair. Arriving in Hamburg on a fishing vessel in dirty clothes and hair isn’t exactly how I would have preferred to make my entrance.”

At that moment the boat docks at the harbor. The captain and the crew members attend to their duties. Jennifer thanks the captain and his crew for allowing them to stow away on the boat. They nod as they are too occupied to reply. Jonathan, holding his wife’s hand, helps her off of the boat after jumping off first.

They look around the harbor carefully to make sure the police or Germans are not anywhere in sight. Jonathan and Jennifer, satisfied, start to head into the city. They try to blend in with the tourists despite their appearance.

Fortunately for them, the Hafengeburstag festival is occurring around them so no one notices their presence. Jonathan, being cautious of who may be watching, glances around. Jennifer once again sees two men. It’s the same men she saw in Frankfurt the night they attended the art exhibit.

One of the gentlemen is operating the remote control boat while the other is on the other side of the harbor waiting for the boat to reach him. The second man, leaning over, retrieves a cassette from a hidden compartment.

“Jonathan, look!” Jennifer exclaims, pointing to the second man.

He places the tape in his side pocket and walks off. Jonathan and Jennifer are standing at the waterfront while Jennifer has just witnessed the mysterious actions between the two men. The festival is taking over Hamburg, so they have to wait to get to the street.

“It’s the same men I saw at the Main that night we attended the exhibit. The second man was taking a cassette out of a concealed compartment from the remote control boat while the other was operating the controls. I just saw them do a repeat,” Jennifer explains. She turns back to face her husband with her purse still motioning to the strange men.

Jonathan stares at Jennifer, knowing exactly what means. He remembers what they witnessed in the windmill. “And we witnessed members of the secret police playing a tape before tossing it into the fire,” Jonathan says. He is staring in the direction his wife is pointing.

They duck to avoid being seen by the men who depart. The couple came close to being caught spying on them.

“Let’s see where that man leads us,” Jonathan replies, their eyes turning to the first man who is retrieving the boat.

The second man has dropped out of sight. Just then a pair of binoculars is focusing in on the Harts not too far from where they are standing.

As Jonathan and Jennifer watch the men get into a taxi separately Jennifer notices policemen wandering through town. They look around as if they are looking for someone. It’s most likely Jonathan and Jennifer. Jennifer nudges Jonathan. Jonathan turns to his wife wondering what is on her mind now.

Jennifer discreetly as possible points her head toward the policemen. They casually look in the officers’ direction.

Just then a taxi is approaching. Jennifer signals to the driver to stop. The cab comes to a halt. Jonathan opens the door for Jennifer. She gets into the backseat of the taxi before Jonathan joins her.

“Follow that car ahead,” Jonathan requests, his eyes on the taxi that is already ahead of them.

The taxi drives off. The driver follows the other cab. The binoculars are taken off as the taxi disappears out of sight. The person, who was peering after the Harts, turns out to be a man. He is seated in an automobile parked out of view. The man places the binoculars down and reaches for his car phone. He dials a number. From his appearance and actions it’s a safe assumption this gentleman is a plainclothes policeman. He is in his fifties and has held this position for many years.

“Let me speak to him, please,” the man requests, his mind now on the call. After a few seconds his call is put through. “Herr and Frau Jonathan Hart just arrived in Hamburg, ambassador. Do you want me to make an arrest?” he asks, waiting for his orders.

While his employers are in the midst of investigating one of the Germans caught up in espionage, Max is being held captive in an old, rarely used now Parliament House. The building, once the place of political activity during the second war, came close to burning down in 1933.

The secret police are questioning Max while the employees from the casino are watching the interrogation. Max is tied to a chair in the office facing the strong and powerful men. He is staring at the secret police baffled. He struggles to understand their questions as they are speaking in German.

“Hey, if you’re gonna yell at me, you’d think you could at least yell at me in English. I speak little German,” Max bursts out with frustration.

The police, losing their tolerance and patience with Max being uncooperative, start talking over each other. The second employee looks on before turning to them. The goon says something to them in German to calm them down.

“I speak English. I’ll translate for you,” the heavy assures them, walking over to the secret police.

The secret police exchange glances and shrug, willing to try any anything to get Max to speak at this point. They stop talking and stand aside. The heavy turns to Max. He is ready to repeat the questions in English.

“Max, if you want to get out of here alive, we need you to answer their questions. I’ll translate. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand, but don’t mean I’m gonna answer ‘em,” Max replies with annoyance.

“What do you know about The Three Panthers?” the goon asks, walking over to stand in Max’s face.

Max looks startled by the question put to him. He stares back before replying. “Huh? How would I know what you’re talkin’ about? I’ve only been in your country a few days. And I ain’t no spy! I just work for the Harts!” Max exclaims with impatience. “You Germans really should stay off ‘em beers!”

Jonathan and Jennifer arrive at an old and neglected opera house in the taxi. They remain in the car as they see a crowd of people. Jonathan and Jennifer witness people entering. Others are being turned away while tickets are being collected. They find the actions of the ticket sellers odd and suspicious. Tickets have the secret code written down on the sides. The code is die drei Panther.

Jonathan requests the driver to stop here. The taxi comes to a stop. Jonathan and Jennifer exit the vehicle just as the local police are getting close to them. With the festival still taking place the authorities are struggling to find the wanted couple.  Hundreds of people are out and about. Jonathan, seeing the police are getting close to them and knowing they have no money, tells the driver to come back for them in an hour.

Taxi starts off.  The other cab passes the Harts just as the two men enter the opera house by a side door. The architecture catches Jennifer’s attention. Jennifer looks over the design of the once breathtaking opera house that has fallen down and deteriorated due to age and lack of maintenance. A look of recognition comes over her face.

“I have it,” Jennifer says. She turns to Jonathan who is waiting near the entrance. Jennifer joins her husband. “Listen. The code is a reference to the statue of The Chariot Of The God Dionysius which is harnessed by Panthers.” Jennifer continues explaining her theory, motioning to the sculpture composition on the pediment.

“In other words: The Three Panthers. You see this opera-house is similar to the one in Dresden. Semper Opera house was so well-received that the designer decided to duplicate it in Hamburg. This opera house came close to being destroyed during the war. I should have thought of the statue before, but it never occurred to me the code was a reference to The Chariot Of The God Dionysius.”

Jonathan turns to Jennifer and puts his arm around her. “How could you have known, darling? The code could have been just been invented by these saboteurs. Remember the plot of The 39 Steps.”

Just then the crowd outside breaks up, and music starts coming from inside. The police are getting near to Jonathan and Jennifer, too near. They catch Jonathan’s eye while Jennifer is too preoccupied with the architecture and opera being played indoors. Jonathan, grabbing Jennifer’s hand, rushes them into the operahouse to avoid an arrest and find out how the old building is connected to the espionage plot.

Jonathan and Jennifer sneak in only to find to their surprise the lobby vacant.

There are no theatergoers, ticket sellers, or ushers standing about anywhere. If it weren’t for the opera coming from the theater and people entering minutes earlier, one would think the opera house is deserted. Jennifer looks as if she recognizes the opera that is being played.

“Jonathan, I recognize the music. That’s The Ride Of Valkyries opera,” Jennifer says, raising her voice loud enough to be heard over the music. “It’s Richard Wagner’s most famous opera. The last act of Die Walkure opens with that score.”



They are looking towards the direction in which the opera is coming from.

“Well, you love opera, darling, so shall we?” Jonathan asks, motioning to the theater.

Jennifer nods as they walk briskly toward the theater to find out what is taking place. They continue holding hands.

Once inside Jonathan and Jennifer sneak into one of the empty boxes on the balcony. Seeing that four chairs are in the back out of sight, they decide to watch the strange going-ons from two of the seats. The Harts, having taken their seats, look out at all the people gathered around in the aisles below.The aisles are crowded with Germans seated in front of the stage. It’s a full house. Manfred and Ingrid are seated among the other members of the audience. A record of The Ride Of Valkyries is being played over the speaker system while Sebastian is speaking into a microphone from the stage. He is making an announcement to all the Germans seated in front of him.

“My friends and fellow Germans for years now we have been planning and plotting to restore Communism to all of Germany. I’m proud and honored to have been involved in this conspiracy. Due to my money and influence, along with sponsor from friends, I have been able to smuggle guns and dynamite into the country,” Sebastian declares out loud in a powerful voice. He gestures toward Manfred and Ingrid. “Stand up.”

Manfred and Ingrid, rising from their seats, take a bow as the crowd joins in an applause. The husband and wife return to their chairs. “And this operation wouldn’t have made possible without the assistance of the manager and owner of the casino from Baden-Baden. Please stand up, my friend.”

Dietrich smiles with self-satisfaction as he rises from his seat. Another round of applause is followed. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange looks of shock and horror. Sebastian continues on with his “victory” speech.

“Now, the time has come when our plan can be put into action. As you are aware, measures have been taken to keep citizens of East Berlin from fleeing to the west. But thousands have made attempts to seek refuge by climbing over the wall. However, thanks to our cleverness and careful planning we can restore fear to Eastern and Western Berlin. You will see in a moment that we have more than enough dynamite to blow up the bridge on the Spree River. Our attack will cause enough fear and panic that no one in all of Germany will ever dare to escape again. And once we take over Germany, we’ll be able to put our guns to use and see to it our orders are obeyed without hesitation.

The secret police are waiting to receive word of when I will be have the privilege of crossing into Eastern Berlin with our weapons. The nets have already been taken out from under the water. I know all of you good comrades are wondering about the bombs that have been still undetected in the Spree. The secret police have finally managed to locate and defuse them decades later after the end of the war. At this time I want to thank each and everyone of you for your dedication, faith, loyalty, and support in our great cause. And before I end this speech, let me take this opportunity to express my appreciation for being chosen to be the intelligence behind the operation. I have no words to express my gratitude for your faith in me, and I promise you I won’t let you down.”

Now that his speech has been concluded, the curtains are pulled back to reveal the coffins containing dynamite and machine guns. The audience reacts with a thunderous applause. Sebastian, taking a bow, is smiling deviously. The crowd rises to their feet and give a standing ovation. Sebastian, pleased with his fellow Germans’ reaction, joins in the applause. Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances.

“Ready to give yourself up?” Jonathan asks, turning to whisper in his wife’s ear. They watch the Germans celebrate their victory with disgust and contempt.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” Jennifer whispers back, turning to face her husband.

They rise from their seats. Jonathan and Jennifer are about to exit the theater as the applause dies down.

“WAIT!!! TURN THAT LIGHT TOWARDS THE BALCONY!!!” Sebastian suddenly yells into the microphone, startling the Harts.

Before Jonathan and Jennifer can make a break for it, the strobe light is turned from Sebastian towards them. They cover up their eyes which is bothered by the strong light.

“IT’S JONATHAN AND JENNIFER HART!!! CAPTURE THEM!!!” Sebastian thunders into the microphone. He is pointing them out to Manfred and Ingrid who are seated in the front row.

Manfred and Ingrid, turning to look at Jonathan and Jennifer,  glare at seeing their presence. The couple bolt out of their seats. The Germans in the aisle are outraged at the intrusion and discovery of the sabotage plan. Jonathan and Jennifer’s disruption causes an uproar among all the Germans.

Chaos erupts. The Germans storm out to fight off Jonathan and Jennifer. Dietrich is flustered and enraged. From the expression on his face it looks as if he wishes he had been successful in putting a bullet into Jennifer Hart with the fighter aircraft.

Jonathan and Jennifer look around the balcony for any signs of escape. There aren’t any. The boxes are too close together, and the only way down would be to jump. Jonathan, instantly grabbing Jennifer’s hand, race out of the box.

Before they can escape, Manfred and Ingrid are racing up the staircase in the lobby.

Germans march up to the balcony with the couple ahead. Guns are raised in their hands. Every direction Jonathan and Jennifer glance there are Germans coming after them with machine guns in their hands! They are trapped!!! Jonathan and Jennifer remain motionless and speechless now seeing the dilemma they are in.

Jonathan gently pushes Jennifer behind him as Herr and Frau Fuchs reach them. Jonathan stares at Manfred and Ingrid harshly as they walk up to him face to face.

“Follow us,” Manfred orders firmly, returning Jonathan’s glare.

Jonathan and Jennifer reluctantly follow. Manfred and Ingrid are leading them in the direction of the stairway. Jennifer rushes up to her husband’s side, and they hold onto each other’s hand. They walk down the long staircase before descending to the lobby.

The Harts are met by Sebastian who is waiting for them. He is staring at them with a look of self-satisfaction. 

Jonathan and Jennifer glare at them, incensed, disappointed, and infuriated by his betrayal. Sebastian stares at Jonathan before turning to Manfred.

“Take Frau Hart to one of the dressing rooms and see to it her hands are tied securely,” Sebastian orders firmly and in a businesslike manner.

Manfred walks up to Jennifer and yanks her away, taking her by surprise. Manfred, continuing to hold onto her hand tightly, starts to take her in the direction of the theater. Jonathan stares after his wife as Jennifer looks to her husband. There are tears in her eyes. She is speechless. Just as Jonathan watches his wife being taken away from him, Ingrid grabs Jonathan by the arm.

“Jennifer!!!” Jonathan calls after his wife as they are being taken away against their own freewill.

Jonathan and Jennifer are staring at each other. Jonathan resists by attempting to push Ingrid’s hand off him, but it is hopeless. He is overpowered, and the machine gun prevents him from putting up a fight.

Sebastian turns to Ingrid, giving her instructions. The woman nods.  Ingrid begins to drag a frustrated and heated Jonathan into the theater after Jennifer. They walk in. A disheartened Jennifer is being pulled across the stage in the direction of the dressing room.

“Jennifer!!!” Jonathan calls out to his wife again to make his presence known.

Just then Sebastian enters and stands in the doorway out of sight. He folds his hands and watches as his plan to dispose of the Harts is about to be put into action. Ingrid, seeing her employer, turns to him for a look of approval. Sebastian nods.

Jonathan is staring after Jennifer when he is unexpectedly struck over the head with Ingrid’s machine gun. Jennifer gasps as she witnesses her husband rendered unconscious. Jennifer screams.

“JONATHAN!!!”

Jennifer, hauled off the stage ruthlessly, continues to scream her husband’s name. Jonathan can not hear her. He went out like a light before knowing what occurred. His head lies on the rear of one of the seats in the aisle. Jonathan is left abandoned in the theater as the strobe light is being turned off. All the lights begin to dim. Doors can be heard being slammed all over the opera house. Even Richard Wagner’s most well-known opera had been abruptly shut off.

Max is irritated by all the questioning he has to endure. The interrogation is still happening despite the fact he is clueless to the code they continue to mention.

“For the last time I don’t know anythin’ about The Three Panthers or any microfilm. What does that have to do with Mr. and Mrs. H?” Max asks gruffly. He has lost patience.

“They had the film on them. Surely your employers must have told you on the telefon what’s on the microfilm. It’s critical you tell us what you know,” the first heavy insists calmly.

“Listen, I ain’t heard from Mr. and Mrs. H. since before they went into hidin’. I ain't concealin’ the truth from you,” Max retorts back, losing his temper.

By now the secret police have lost their patience and temper with their prisoner. They begin yelling at Max all at once. Max looks at them with anger. The two goons, rolling their eyes, turn to the secret police. They shout out to them to calm down and stop yelling. The secret police stop shouting quickly as they began raising their voices.

“Calm down. Just remain calm and let me handle Max,” the second goon insists, determined to restore order and silence. He stares at them before returning his attention to Max. “I find it hard to believe you didn’t hear from Herr and Frau Hart,” he says with skepticism.

“I don’t care what you believe. You asked me what I know. Now, how about answerin’ a question of mine. What are you plannin’ to do with Mr. and Mrs. H?”

The two men and secret police exchange crafty glances among themselves. Max is disturbed by their reaction. They turn back to face him.

“Kill them. Right now our associates are looking after them. Herr and Frau Hart has gotten in our way long enough. Those associates will kill them. We are going to wait until we receive word and that includes you! Not even the American ambassador can come to the rescue now,” the first man replies coldly.

Max’s face becomes ashen. He is terrified for Jonathan and Jennifer. He looks at his captors with hatred and worry.

Jonathan is slowly regaining consciousness. The Germans fled the opera house which is now empty again. Feeling his pockets, he discovers the map is gone. He hears Jennifer calling for him as he looks around his surroundings. Jonathan recalls where he is and what happened before he went out like a light. Jonathan glances in the direction in which Jennifer’s voice is coming from. He slowly lifts himself up, ignoring his headache.

Jonathan instantly dashes toward a dressing room behind the stage. The door is locked. Jonathan attempts to open it, but finds it locked just as he expected. He stands back just as his wife calls out to him.

“JONATHAN!” Jennifer yells with fright and panic.

Jonathan, throwing himself against the door, knocks it down on the first try. He barges in to find Jennifer is tied up. Jennifer is seated on a chair facing the dressing table. Her wrists had been handcuffed to the legs.

“You all right?” Jonathan asks, rushing over to Jennifer.

“Fine,” Jennifer replies with a sigh of relief as Jonathan takes out the nail file from her purse to pick the lock on the handcuff.

They race out together. Now they must hurry more than ever to get out of the opera house and prevent the sabotage from happening. Jonathan and Jennifer bolt toward a set of doors behind the seats in one of the aisles. But the doors are shut and locked tight. Jonathan can’t open them.

“Stand back,” Jonathan tells Jennifer as he stands back.

Jennifer stands back. Jonathan throws all the weight of his body against the double doors, but even forcing the doors open won’t work. The doors remain intact and locked.

“We don’t have time to see if all of the doors and exits are locked,” Jennifer says with a defeated sigh.

“No, we have got to get out of here. And since it was only you that they tied up backstage I think the odds are every entrance and exit are locked up tightly,” Jonathan replies. He looks throughout the theater with Jennifer to make sure they hadn’t overlooked any exits.

“You know I recall seeing all kinds of old props from operas years ago behind the curtain. Maybe there is something there we can use to break a window or a knock a door down with,” Jennifer mentions. She is pointing to the stage with her purse.

Jonathan grabs Jennifer by the hand, and they dash toward backstage. There is not a moment to lose.

While Jonathan and Jennifer are left stranded inside the      opera house, Manfred, Ingrid, and Sebastian are lighting dynamite that is set to an automatic timer. Sebastian is starting the timer now which is set to go off within ten minutes precisely.

They are standing ten feet away from the opera house. The festival, still taking place, and no one in Hamburg is aware of Jonathan and Jennifer’s predicament, or the fate in store for the old and deserted opera house. Once the timer is set to go off, Manfred and Ingrid run off to the waterfront followed by Sebastian.

Back inside the opera house, Jonathan and Jennifer are searching backstage for props.

So far their attempts to find something to help them break free has been useless. They are only coming across props such as swords, knives, guns, canons, beer mugs. Jonathan and Jennifer continue looking. They are running out of time. When it has been close to five minutes, they finally discover a large mountain set piece made out of stone.

“Jonathan, I think this set would do the trick. I’m certain in the theater there is a door in the ceiling above stage that leads to the roof. Opera houses are rumored to have secret passageways,” Jennifer says, walking over to the set.

Jonathan has been looking through the prop room from the other side. He walks over to Jennifer after hearing her discovery and theory. They start to move the set out of the room together. Jonathan is pulling one side of the mountain set while Jennifer is pulling the other. A minute later the Harts are dragging the set made out of stone onto the stage.

Jonathan continues to help Jennifer move the set piece to where it needs to go. Now they are pulling the mountain set to the front of the stage. Jonathan and Jennifer, releasing their hold on the enormous mountain set, place it in the middle. Jonathan  climbs up first to see if Jennifer’s hunch is correct. Jennifer holds onto the set to keep it stable while Jonathan goes up.

Jonathan, now up among the rafters overlooking the stage, stands up to reach a door that may lead to the roof of the opera house. Sure enough Jennifer’s theory is correct. There is indeed a small door in the ceiling that appears to lead to somewhere.

“Bingo!” Jonathan exclaims, looking down at Jennifer.

He reaches down to help Jennifer climb up. Jennifer is now among the rafters with her husband. Jonathan attempts to open the door, but it is stuck. The door is old and rusty.

“What’s the matter?” Jennifer asks.

“Door is rusty. I can’t get it open. Hand me your nail file.”

Jennifer reaches down to get to her purse. She searches her purse, but to her shock the nail file is missing. “Jonathan, my nail file is missing,” Jennifer states in alarm.

“Stay put. Maybe it fell out of your purse backstage,” Jonathan replies calmly, turning to look at Jennifer.

Jonathan, stepping down, hurries to the back of the stage. Jennifer sits down on the set to wait. Jonathan is walking through backstage. He is glancing at the floor carefully to be absolutely certain he doesn’t overlook Jennifer’s nail file. He finds it on the third glance. Jonathan grabs it and hurries back to Jennifer.

The ten minutes are almost up. The dynamite is getting close to go off at any moment.

Jonathan climbs back onto the mountain set. Once among the rafters again, he starts to pry the door open with the nail file as Jennifer watches. Jonathan is managing to pry the door open though slowly at first. Jennifer watches with anticipation.

Now the timer on the dynamite reads, “5:00.”

The door finally opens all the way. Jonathan hands Jennifer the nail file back. Jennifer, returning her nail file to her purse, shuts it. Jonathan goes up first. The door does indeed lead to the roof. Jonathan reaches down and lifts Jennifer up. The view from the roof is spectacular. They can view the entire city from where they are standing. The waterfront is the first sight the Harts see.

Jonathan and Jennifer start to climb down from the roof as the carnival continues on the busy streets below. Fireworks are going off now in the sky at the harbor. Jonathan and Jennifer have just reached the street as dynamite explodes, causing them to collapse on the pavement.

They are knocked unconscious. The   carnival comes to a halt after the explosion. The opera house is destroyed entirely. It’s left in ruins-only a memory now.

Max, who has fallen asleep in the meantime, is still waiting to hear about the fate of Jonathan and Jennifer. The phone rings, waking Max up instantly. One of the secret police walks over to the phone. He answers it. An evil grin comes across his face after listening to the caller’s side of the conversation. He hangs up the telephone. The man turns his attention to everyone standing around him. They are anxiously waiting for news especially Max.

“They set off the dynamite in Hamburg. It destroyed the opera
house.”

“What about Mr. and Mrs. H?” Max asks, eagerly, not a little bit interested in their devious plot.

“I regret to inform you that your employers are dead. I suggest you start looking for new employment soon,” the second goon answers slyly. His response is abrupt.

Tears start to form in Max’s eyes. He is in a state of shock.

“What are you gonna do about me?” Max asks in a voice revealing heart-break.

“You’ll have to stay here for a while longer. We can’t risk you jeopardizing years of planning,” the first heavy explains.

The men, now that they accomplished their assignment, start to rush out of the once government operated building. They shut the door on their way out. Max is left by himself. Max begins to scream to bring someone’s attention to his plight. His screams go unheard for no one is around. Max, turning to the telephone, realizes his call for help is futile. He attempts to pick up his chair to reach the phone, but it is useless. His kidnappers tied  him to his seat so tightly that the rope cuts into his skin. Even moving a muscle hurts. Max sighs in defeat.

As Max is stranded in West Berlin, Jonathan and Jennifer are slowly regaining consciousness outside the once standing operahouse. They are lying on their stomachs facedown. They turn back to look at the damaged opera house. Jonathan and Jennifer sigh in relief at escaping alive and unharmed. They lift themselves up. The locals rush to the opera house in a state of panic and horror. 

Jonathan and Jennifer dash away as the focus is on the opera house explosion. Sirens can be heard as the police and fire truck approach the scene. Everyone is talking excitedly at the unexpected explosion and destruction of the once surviving opera-house left standing after bombings of World War II.

Jonathan and Jennifer are heading toward the dock to warn of the sabotage of the bridge in Berlin that is in the works. Once reaching the waterfront, they leap onto a boat.

Jonathan asks the employee, who is working aboard, if they can borrow the vessel to get to Berlin. The man shakes his head before returning to work. Jonathan hits the harbor employee in the jaw and knocks him out to steal the boat. Now they have no other option to get to Berlin in a hurry.

Jennifer looks down at the unconscious man with a look of guilt.

Another employee, who witnessed the theft, hops into a boat just as Jonathan takes over the wheel. Jennifer stands by Jonathan’s side. The boat, starting with a roar, begins to take off in the direction of Berlin as the other boat chases after the Harts.

“Jonathan, you no longer have the map on you. How do you know which way is Berlin?” Jennifer asks, wondering what her husband is thinking of.

“You’ll just have to trust my sense of direction,” Jonathan answers, his attention on the course he is taking.

“I remember the last time you told me to trust your sense of direction,” Jennifer says skeptically.

As Jonathan and Jennifer make their way across the harbor, boats and ships are coming towards them. Regatta and a parade of sail boats are coming to an end, but the waterfront is still crowded. The Grand Departure Parade is now taking place. A historical freighter is in their path followed by a harbor police vessel. The two ships are coming straight towards them.

Jennifer’s heart is racing. They could be crushed to death!

“Keep your head down, darling!” Jonathan warns desperately.

The couple instantly duck. The police vessel blows its whistle unaware of the Harts’ dilemma. Jonathan, keeping his hands on the motor, quickly pushes down on the throttle. The boat is racing towards the two vessels! Jennifer looks on in shock and terror. The police boat blows its whistle followed by the freighter.

The freighter and police vessel are closing in on them. The Harts’ boat speeds past just as they were about to be squashed. Jonathan and Jennifer just barely collided with the other ships. Jonathan releases his grip from the throttle. Jennifer sighs in relief.

Unfortunately, now a fire fighting boat and a small fire boat, spraying water, is coming in their direction. They are straight  ahead of them.

Jonathan glances to see if he can drive the boat around them. The harbor is full of boats of all kinds and sizes. Jennifer shuts her eyes, not wanting to see Jonathan do a repeat. Jonathan again pushes down hard on the throttle. Their boat is racing towards the other boats.

Jonathan successfully drives the boat past without an incident. Only the fire boat sprays water onto the stolen harbor boat. Jennifer is soaking wet! Jonathan managed to avoid being drenched.

“Just like the sprinkler system in our backyard,” Jennifer mumbles to herself with disdain. She slowly opened her eyes. She is staring after the fire boat.

Now a mine sweeper from the German Navy is preventing Jonathan from swerving past. Five sailing boats on each side of the ship  face Jonathan and Jennifer’s boat.

Jennifer rolls her eyes. Jonathan’s hand is still on the throttle. He looks uneasy by all the sail boats. Nevertheless, Jonathan doesn’t hesitate to drive the boat toward their direction. Jennifer, staring at the size of the sweeper, thinks Jonathan is going to kill them.

Luckily like the previous boats they encountered the ship is traveling at a low speed. The Hart boat starts to speed past the mine sweeper and sail boats. Jennifer hits the deck to avoid being struck. Sails from two of the boats about struck Jonathan and Jennifer on the head. The sails came close to being torn to shreds. The Harts look like sardines in a jar. Their craft is no match for the Navy ship in size.

It looks like Jonathan and Jennifer may be ripped apart and their boat torn into pieces. The mine sweeper is only a few inches apart. The enormous ship almost crashes with the Hart boat. Jennifer is lying low on her stomach with her eyes closed. Jonathan, hitting the deck, still keeps the wheel steady with both hands. The boat glides pass the Navy craft swiftly.

They are saved by merely only seconds. Seeing no other boats are blocking their path, Jonathan releases his hand from the throttle. Jennifer stands to her feet while Jonathan returns to standing up again.

Once they disappear appear out of sight from Hamburg, Jonathan and Jennifer find themselves being chased by the Hamburg waterway police. They are ordered to stop the boat and surrender.

Jonathan and Jennifer shout out to them about sabotage plan, but the waterway police can’t hear what they are saying over the noise of the engines. They begin to open fire at the couple. Jonathan and Jennifer duck to avoid being shot. Jonathan continues steering the boat in the direction he is positive East Berlin is in. The waterway police and employee in the other boat are still in pursuit.

Before they are close to reaching Berlin, a helicopter appears in the sky behind their boat. The federal police are now chasing after them.

The policeman, who was put in charge of the murder investigation and manhunt, puts the megaphone up to his mouth.

“HART, I WANT YOU TO STOP THE BOAT AND SURRENDER! IF YOU DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, I WON’T OPEN FIRE!!!” he shouts out to them.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange nervous glances, but Jonathan ignores the warning. If they surrender and stop the boat, it will cost them precious time in reaching Berlin before it is too late. The officer orders his men to open fire without hesitation. His men, obeying, begin shooting at Jonathan and Jennifer with their guns.  Jonathan and Jennifer, sailing on, dodge the bullets coming at them from every direction.

The harbor employee, who is after them, catches up to the stolen boat. The employee is a determined and very hard working young man in his late twenties. The man is very strong; the athletic type. He runs up to the front of his boat. He waits until it is safe enough before jumping onto the other vessel.

“JONATHAN!” Jennifer yells in alarm, noticing the enraged harbor employee attempting to stop her husband.

Jonathan swings around in time to witness the man racing toward him, his fist up in the air. Just as the German is about to take a swing at him, Jonathan takes a swing at him. Jennifer, wincing, watches her husband and the local go at it. The German is about to strike Jonathan. Jonathan reacts just as his fist about hits his jaw.

Jonathan grabs the man by the hand. He remembers one of the tricks he learned in Karate. Jonathan twists his hand around until it is forced against his back. The man is leaning over in discomfort.

Before the man knows what is coming, Jonathan standing back a bit, kicks him in the back with his foot. He struck the German so hard that he goes flying over the side and falls overboard. The local is left stranded floating in the water, his working clothes soaking wet. Jennifer, who is stunned, stares after the man speechless.

Before Jonathan can return his full attention to the ship’s wheel, the waterway police are right behind them on their tail. He turns to Jennifer.

“Take the wheel,” Jonathan orders with a frustrated sigh.

Jennifer immediately takes over the wheel without hesitation. She manages to sail the boat while Jonathan bolts to the stern. Jonathan, looking over the cargo that is on board, glances back and forth at the waterway police. They are about to climb aboard. Jonathan notices a pile of black barrels on top of each other; stored right in front of the other boat’s view. They are tied up with thick black cable.

A sharp knife is nearby.

Jonathan rushes over to seize the knife before racing toward the pile of barrels. Jonathan places the blade right against the cable, cutting into the thick and strong material. Jennifer keeps her attention focused on the wheel. She manages to glance and back and forth to watch her husband prepare to stop the waterway police. The cable hurts his hands so Jonathan takes short breaks in between. He is being cautious not to accidentally cut himself with the knife.

Just as it looks the waterway police is going to bring their sailing adventure to an abrupt close, the cable comes loose at last. Jonathan stands back as he watches the barrels come tumbling down.

A few land on the boat, but most of them stumble into the water. The big and heavy barrels, managing to stay  afloat, get in the way of the approaching boat. The captain of the waterway police boat brings it to a complete stop. The cargo is blocking their path.

Back at The Reichstag, Max is still struggling to get loose. He winces in pain as the ropes causes his hands and legs to become sore. Max, who is a fighter, isn’t going to give up especially when it comes to Jonathan and Jennifer. He mumbles to himself. He looks around the dark and pale looking office hoping to find something he can use to set himself free. His thoughts are interrupted all of a sudden when the door is knocked down. The unexpected commotion frightens him. To his surprise, the American ambassador and a police officer barge in.

They climb over the broken door to reach Max. Max manages a weak smile. He is delighted, but startled to see them come to his rescue. The two men start to untie him.

“What are you doin’ here? How did you find me?” Max asks.

“Phone call was a ruse. It occurred to me if Jonathan and Jennifer stumbled onto some kind of criminal activity you would most likely be kidnapped. I suspected someone was listening in on our conversation. I had my phone checked for a bug after I called you. One of my contacts in the police department was ordered to keep an eye on Villa Kennedy while another officer kept a lookout for Mr. and Mrs. Hart,” the ambassador replies in a business like manner.

“He blew it. Mr. and Mrs. H are dead,” Max replies with exasperation as the ropes are finally released from his aching body. He rises to his feet as he is helped up from the chair.

“No, they are not, Max. The officer lost track of them with the festival taking over the village. But we just got word they stole a boat in Hamburg. It looks like they are heading here to Berlin.”

“Are they still wanted for murder?” Max asks hopefully. He is relieved to learn the explosion didn’t claim Jonathan and Jennifer’s life.

“Regretfully yes. The Federal and waterway police are after them. The phone lines are tied up with the opera house explosion being reported. The destruction is now front page headline news.”

“We better go for Mr. and Mrs. H!” Max exclaims with worry as he is helped toward the door. He is bit shaky after being rendered unconscious and tied up for hours.

The ambassador opens the door. The officer runs out, followed by Max who is slowly regaining his strength. He is steady on his feet again just in time.

Jonathan and Jennifer have just crossed into Eastern Germany. The secret police, in charge of keeping locals and strangers from entering or exiting the east side of Berlin, noticed the Harts after passing the Berlin Wall. They are speeding after Jonathan and Jennifer in their speedboat.

One of the guards are yelling after the couple to stop through a megaphone. A gun can be seen in his holster. The other guard holds the weapon in his hand while operating the motor.

Jonathan has taken over the wheel again while Jennifer stands by his side. She turns to stare at the secret police, knowing they are in grave danger after entering the Communist side of the city. The guards continues shouting and ordering Jonathan to stop the boat while raising their fist. The guard, at the helm, reaches for his gun while the other at the stern aims his firearm at the Harts.

“JONATHAN!!!” Jennifer warns, terrified.

Jennifer has no sooner shouted her husband’s name when the secret police start shooting at them. Jennifer and Jonathan again dodge the bullets. The guards continue shooting at them. It seems there are endless bullets in their guns. Jonathan comes to the realization he has no choice but to take a risky action with the boat.

Jonathan, noticing a ramp underneath the river in the distance, concocts a plan. He instantly switches off the motor. Jennifer is standing at the port. There is a look of surprise and bewilderment on her face as she wonders what her husband is thinking. The secret police hold their fire and decrease the speed of their boat. Jennifer watches nervously as they continue to pursue them. Jonathan stands at the port not moving an inch. Jennifer, exchanging glances with Jonathan, returns her gaze to the other craft.

Just as it appears the secret police have won, Jonathan abruptly starts the engine again.

“Hang on!” Jonathan shouts out to his wife with determination. 

He pushes down swiftly on the throttle. The roar of the motor breaks the silence. Jennifer doesn’t have one second to react. She hangs on tightly anticipating the unexpected. Jonathan, keeping his eyes on the ramp only, aims his vessel in the direction of the slope. Their boat is charging toward the bank close to its full speed!!!

Jennifer gasps. She is aghast!

“Darling, you’re not thinking of?!!!” Jennifer asks with fear and dread as she senses what Jonathan is planning. Her eyes are now staring at the ramp.

“Yes, I am, darling,” Jonathan replies seriously without looking at his wife or hint of hesitation.

The boat goes flying up the ramp. Jennifer is speechless, startled by Jonathan’s choice of action. The secret police are dumbfounded. They look on thunderstruck. By now the boat, which is in the air, is gliding towards the secret police’s speed boat at an unbelievable speed, probably setting a world’s record. The boat would be imitating a cartwheel if it were going sideways. The vessel goes soaring over the other boat before touching down on the back of the police boat.

Jennifer and the secret police are shook up while Jonathan remains calm and laidback. To the secret police’s surprise and anger, their speedboat capsizes, causing them to fall into the river. They manage to keep their guns afloat. At long last the Harts’ boat lands back into the water. Jonathan, releasing his grip from the throttle, drives the boat back on course. Fortunately his boat remains intact without even a scratch.

“I always wanted to be rocking the boat,” Jennifer comments sarcastically, still recovering from the amazing and startling boat trick.

Jennifer knows the secret police are not going to give up. She looks around for a way to seize their weapons. A hawser catches her attention. Jennifer rushes to pick up the thick rope used for mooring or towing a boat. She hurries to untie the hawser. The secret police begin swimming towards them with their guns staying above the water.

Jennifer ties a big knot in the hawser and stands back ready to take action. Imitating a scene right out of a western, Jennifer stands back, twirling the hawser like a lasso before letting it go. She hurls the thick rope toward the intimidating and evil looking secret police guards’ hands. The hawser goes flying over the stern and manages to seize their guns. Jennifer had tied a big enough knot to grab both firearms.

Jennifer then pulls the thick rope back in her direction with the guns staying intact. The guards stop swimming and shake their fists at Jennifer, shouting all kinds of German profanity and threats. Jennifer throws the hawser onto the ground before breathing a sigh of relief. She may have successfully prevented the secret police from harming herself and Jonathan, but the German federal police are still pursuing them.

The police helicopter is still firing bullets relentlessly. The Harts stay low, dodging the bullets. By now some of the bullets hit the remaining barrels on the stern. There are big holes in the side of the cargo. They come rolling toward Jonathan and Jennifer. Jennifer gasps.

“JONATHAN!!!” Jennifer yells.

“Take the wheel!” Jonathan orders, pushing Jennifer toward the helm.

Jennifer once again takes over the wheel while Jonathan stares at the barrels only inches away. Just as it seems hopeless, he sees a fishing net hanging up above. Jonathan fortunately still has the knife. He takes it out of his pocket and climbs up to reach the net. Just as the barrels come crashing towards Jennifer, Jonathan cuts a hole in the middle. The net falls down.

It lands on the barrels. The net contains sharp edges and causes the barrels to stop. Jonathan jumps down and starts tossing all the barrels overboard one at a time. The cargo crashes into the river just as the bullets rip the barrels apart. Jonathan returns to taking over the wheel. The bullets strikes the river, causing a gigantic blast.

By now the police in the helicopter are reloading their guns with new bullets.

Jonathan and Jennifer are finally catching up to Sebastian in his boat. A crate of dynamite is loaded and stored on the stern in the other vessel.

Now that they are close enough to land on the other craft, the Harts race to the bow. Jennifer stands back just as Jonathan waits until they are close and safe enough to make a move.

Jonathan climbs onto the other speedboat, catching Sebastian by surprise. Jennifer, repeating her husband’s movement, leaps onto the boat. She lands on the ground behind Jonathan. They sprint toward the man together. The couple attempt to overtake the man who increases the speed of the engine. They engage in a tug of war of taking over the wheel. Jennifer attempts to help Jonathan steer the wheel. Sebastian holds onto the wheel refusing to let it go.

Sebastian is approaching the Spree River bridge while Jonathan is struggling to take control of the wheel. As they reach the bridge, Sebastian starts to lift the crates out. Jonathan and Jennifer bring the boat to a standstill. They dash toward the man. The Harts reach for the crates to stop the sabotage plan from being carried off. Sebastian, swinging a crate in his hands, strikes them in the stomach.

They fall to the ground and land on their backs. Jonathan and Jennifer instantly lift themselves up.

Just as Sebastian is about to climb out to step into the river, Jonathan grabs hold of the wheel. Jonathan, abruptly starting the motor, aims the boat toward the embankment. Jennifer holds onto the railing to steady herself. Jonathan has the speedboat traveling at 30 knots. Sebastian has started lighting a crate of the dynamite. Jonathan deliberately rams the boat into the riverbank, causing the craft to overturn. The vessel came to crashing into the promenade by only seconds!

Sebastian loses his balance caused by the crash. He falls overboard with the lit dynamite and crates. Jonathan and Jennifer managed to jump out just before the boat capsized. They are in the river afloat, watching the aftermath of the crash. The federal police catch up. They are followed by the waterway police after  hours worth of nonstop chasing.

Jonathan and Jennifer watch as dynamite explodes in the river, causing a huge blast. The boat explodes into millions of pieces.

Sebastian is lying on his back in the water afloat. He was rendered unconscious by the explosion.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances. Jennifer sees the microfilm, which is still in its box, come floating towards her. It somehow fell overboard and survived the blast. Once the microfilm is within reach, Jennifer picks it up. She tosses the film to the police. They are attending to Sebastian whose head is badly bruised.

“I never thought I would be glad to see the police catch up to us. Here is entertainment for your viewing pleasure, courtesy of saboteurs,” Jennifer explains with an exhausted sigh.

Just then a car shows up and comes to a stop. The passenger door flings open.

“Mr. and Mrs. H!!!” Max cries out in relief. He is standing at the ledge with the American ambassador.

Jonathan and Jennifer swim over to them. Max and the ambassador lift them up. Max is helping Jonathan out while the ambassador is giving Jennifer a hand.

“What happened? Why are you and Mrs. H soakin’ wet?” Max asks, alarmed and puzzled by their scruffy appearance and attire.

“Just take us back to our hotel, Max, and please don’t ask questions,” Jennifer insists calmly while shooting him a look.

“Let’s just say this trip has been anything, but a blast,” Jonathan comments.

Jennifer gives her husband a look of disapproval. They let out a huge sigh of relief. Jonathan and Jennifer, both taking solace that their heart-pounding adventure is finally over, wrap an arm around each other’s shoulder at the same moment.
                        


                                                                                          END OF ACT FOUR

Jonathan and Jennifer, who are still in their pajamas, are having a late breakfast in bed in the late hours of the morning. Their meal consists of soft-boiled eggs, marmalade, cheese,  rolls, sausages, soft pretzels, cold cuts, yogurt, veggies, and  muesli. They are sharing their food which is on a tray between the two of them.

“Oh, darling, I wasn’t sure we’d see a warm bed again,” Jennifer confesses.

“Neither did I, darling,” Jonathan agrees.

“You know despite what we’ve been through I’m a bit disappointed I wasn’t able to enjoy the art scene more in Frankfurt,” Jennifer mentions with a sigh.

“How do you feel about landscape paintings?”

Jennifer looks at Jonathan. She is surprised by the question. Jonathan places his napkin down and starts to walk over to the closet.

“Darling, I bought this painting by a young artist. I want your opinion on it. I thought it might make a good present for one of our friends back home, but I’m not quite sure,” Jonathan replies casually. He opens the closet and reaches in to take out a painting wrapped in wrapping paper.

Jennifer gives her husband a stare, wondering what he is up to. Jonathan returns to their bed with the painting in hand. He hands it to Jennifer. Jennifer accepts the painting and unwraps the purchase. She gasps in a delighted shock. The painting is of the famed Neuschwanstein Castle. The artwork captures the castle in all its splendor and glory. The painting does the real-life standing castle justice.

“I thought you’d be tired of Durer by now so I asked around to see if any of the locals could paint a worthy illustration of Neuschwanstein,” Jonathan says, placing his hands in the pockets of his dressing gown.

Jennifer, touching the painting, is admiring it. She is speechless. She smiles before finally looking up at her husband.

“When was the last time I told you I love you?” Jennifer asks with tenderness.

“Last night, but could you tell me again?” Jonathan asks with a grin.

Jennifer, grinning, pulls him to her. “I love you,” Jennifer says with a twinkle in her eye and affection in her voice. She kisses him on the lips.

The door to the bedroom open, and Max enters. He is holding the Harts’ wardrobe recently washed and dried in plastic bags. Max is wearing a long-sleeved checkered shirt, short, light brown leather trousers, knee socks, thick leather shoes, and an Alpine hat made of wool with a brim. Jonathan and Jennifer, surprised to see him dressed like a local, smile as they attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Guten Morgen, Mr. and Mrs. H!” Max greets cheerfully. “What do you think?”

“Max!” Jennifer exclaims, looking him over from head to toe. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“Isn’t it a bit early to be rehearsing for the Bel Air Community Theater?” Jonathan asks with a grin, never able to resist the urge to tease their houseman and friend.

“Mr. H, ‘em Germans dress like this for Oktoberfest. Lederhosen was the style up till the nineteen century, you know,” Max replies, a bit hurt by Jonathan’s response to his choice of outfit for the day. “I bought this a souvenir. I could pass for a German lokal.”

“I think that is what Jonathan is afraid of,” Jennifer explains. “If one of the locals sees you dressed like that, they most likely will start speaking to you in their native language.”

“Speakin’ of locals, your wallets have been found, and I’m here to return them to you,” Max mentions, walking over to Jonathan and Jennifer. He hands them their wallets. “I ran into a Polizistin in the lobby on the way over here, and he gave them to me.”

“For someone who arrived in Germany only a few days ago, you are doing a remarkable job of speaking the language,” Jennifer replies, impressed.

“Danke. Now, about the money, Mr. H,-’’ Max starts to says, turning to Jonathan.

“I know. How much do I owe you?” Jonathan asks, looking into his wallet.

“Three hundred, but the biggest dough you have on you is two hundred,” Max replies. He takes out a two hundred Mark banknote from his billfold which he shows to the Harts.

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange glances after hearing Max had already searched Jonathan’s wallet.

“Remind me to get you more cash, Max,” Jonathan replies, placing the wallet into his pocket.

“Don’t worry, I will. I’ll just charge you extra interest. I’ll hang up your clothes for you Mr. and Mrs. H,” Max says, walking over to their closet. “They are now nice and dry. Good as new.”

“Thanks, Max,” Jennifer replies.

“(Kein) Problem, Mrs. H,” Max replies, opening up the closet. He hangs up the clothes on a hanger. He shuts the door and turns back to the couple. “Your horse-drawn carriage is waitin’ at the curb now to take you and Mrs. H up to Neuschwanstein Castle.”

“We’re going to finish our breakfast,” Jennifer says as Jonathan climbs back into bed next to her. She places the painting down carefully next to the table.

“What’s the matter?” Max asks, walking over to the foot of the bed. “Didn’t you get enough to eat for dinner last night?”

“It’s not necessarily the food that’s on our minds. We are in Germany, one of the romantic countries in Europe. Mrs. H and I just want to enjoy our first day in Bavaria while lying together in bed,” Jonathan explains, exchanging mischievous glances with Jennifer.

Max looks at Jonathan and Jennifer as if they have lost their minds. “Must still be sufferin’ from fatigue,” Max mumbles with a shrug. He exits the suite as Jonathan and Jennifer stare after him.

They resume eating. Jennifer is helping herself to soft-boiled eggs while Jonathan is eating more sausages that Germany is famous for.

Jonathan and Jennifer, arriving at the famous Neuschwanstein Castle in their horse-drawn carriage, stop below the castle. Jonathan exits the carriage first before helping Jennifer out. They thank the driver before proceeding to hike uphill to the castle.

“Oh, Bavaria, truly is romantic!” Jennifer exclaims with a dream-like sigh, walking hand in hand with Jonathan.

“And I’m here with the woman I love,” Jonathan adds, stopping to kiss Jennifer on the lips.

They start to climb to Mary’s Bridge to admire the castle before taking the tour.

Jennifer starts sharing the history of the castle. After crossing the bridge, they see rugged, sheer trails that crisscross the bridge on the left. The scenery and the castle capture Jonathan’s imagination. He starts to invent a romantic fairytale.

“I know this fairytale where a young, dashing, and handsome prince whose father ruled Bavaria with an iron fist. The king knew he was critically ill. He feared his son’s power would rule the town so he kept him chained in the dungeon never letting him out to play or view the outside world from the castle. This young prince had everything except freedom and kindness so he prayed night after night a maiden would somehow come to his rescue,” Jonathan says in a tone of mystery.

He turns to face Jennifer who is smiling, intrigued by the tale. He wraps his arms around her and continues on with on with the story.

“Well, one day as the royal heir to the throne was approaching manhood, he looked outside the window from his prison. He saw this beautiful, attractive, and modest looking maiden. Though this young maiden was in rags, the prince was at once smitten. He was touched by her kindness and generosity to everyone who was also treated as a slave by the king. The prince watched her as time went by admiring her endless willingness to lend a hand to everyone in the village and knew he wanted her someday as his wife. He prayed that one day they would be joined together as man and wife. You know what? Unknown to the prince this young maiden had seen him and admired him from afar. So one day without telling her family or anyone in the village she sneaked up to the castle. The courageous woman set the prince free, and they escaped just as the king was dying on his deathbed. Together these young lovers set the villagers free and held a breathtaking and enormous wedding inviting the townspeople. The prince, now king of Bavaria, exchanged vows with his loving bride joined together as one at last,” Jonathan says, completing the fairytale he invented.

Jonathan and Jennifer are looking at each other with affection.

“Did they live happily ever after?” Jennifer asks, touched and impressed by the tale.

“We did, didn’t we?” Jonathan asks, taking Jennifer in his arms and kissing her.