Monocle, Owl, Lamp
Linz, Austria. April 30, 1945.
A man moved casually down a dark alley, unafraid of the dense fog and dark shadows. Seen only from behind he was any old Joe; any man with an overcoat and hat, collar up against the cold winter night. He stopped in front of a doorway, checked the address against a paper in his hand and knocked.
An elderly gentleman with uncommonly long fingers answered the door and took the invitation that the visitor held out. His hand slid into his suit pocket and retrieved a monocle with which he read the engraved words. The elderly butler removed the glass piece and deposited it into his pocket before addressing the gentleman on the step. Read the rest of this entry