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“It’s on the hotel bill,” Hess replied, while staring in mystification at the wide-eyed professor. “Good, let’s get out of here. Tell the head waiter to send Mister Williams to the gardens when he arrives.”
############It was after Hess had retired for the evening, leaving the other two at the entrance to the gardens, that Albright broached the subject of Halstead’s nature once more. “How did you know about those scrolls, Mister Hitler?” Halstead savored the scrape of his dress shoes on the sand-peppered stone slabs beneath himself and his guest. “I have my sources, Doctor Albright. I trust that you found them in good condition?” “Yes, yes,” Albright replied as his eyes darted back and forth across the pathway that led away from the bright lights of the hotel. “In the cave, in the jars, exactly as your letter said. Even the writings were exactly as you said.” “So you’ve already started examing them?” “I couldn’t help myself,” the professor replied as he stared in the direction of a hedgerow. “Fascinating. The first one you told me about—” “Megillat Milhamat B’ne,” Halstead replied with a smile. “Yes, that’s the title of it—” Halstead had stopped his pacing and stared himself, up at the stars twinkling above. “Also known as ‘The War of the Sons of Light Against the Sons of Darkness.’ An account of the forty-year war between the Sons of Light and the rest of mankind. At the end the Sons of Light, with the help of angels, will destroy the Sons of Darkness and the Devil, and will conquer the entire world—” |