1945 by William R. Forstchen, Newt Gingrich, Albert S. Hanser Read Free Book Online Page B

are?" Hitler said in a voice so cordial as to constitute mockery. The man's intuitive grasp of his interlocutor's mental processes filled Harrison with sour admiration. It was as if he did indeed have the ability to read an opponent's mind. Harrison recalled vaguely that breeding for telepathic ability was a principal tenet of the demented Nazi ideology. Could all that have happened to the world be a direct result of this man mistaking his own intuitive genius for telepathy?
    "But there's no need of this," Hitler continued, his voice again shifting to a "genuinely" friendly tone. "Our interests are, in fact, the same. As to our points of disagreement, they are minor."
    "And those interests are?"
    "Peace. I want peace the same as you. Nowhere on this Earth"—he pointed back toward the map—"is there any geopolitical crisis point between us. Our interests don't extend beyond Europe. Yours are defined by the Monroe Doctrine, which we are willing to respect."
    "Though you lend material support to Argentine Fascists, and are making strong efforts in Mexico, while the French are building up their base in Martinique." As aviation advanced, airfields on islands such as Martinique and Grenada would pose a greater and greater threat to Latin America and the Panama Canal
    "Friendly diplomacy," Hitler replied, "nothing more — and as for Martinique, quarrel with the French, not with me. And you Americans are not without sin. Only last month we caught one of your OSS spies in the Ukraine. We shot him of course."
    "I know nothing about that," Andrew lied. The man had been their key contact into the Jewish underground and was instrumental in gathering evidence on what the Jewish community had begun calling the Holocaust. The agent had managed to get out several hundred photos and four and a half minutes of grainy eight-millimeter film showing a death factory near Kiev. The film, with its nightmare images of mounds of bodies, black smoke, and roaring crematoriums, had run counter to everything he had ever thought he knew about a culture that could produce Goethe, Beethoven and Schiller.
    "What I do know something about is this," Harrison said coldly. He reached into his briefcase, pulled out a folder of photographs, and tossed them onto the table. Hitler walked over and looked down at them with an attitude of polite curiosity. When he recognized them for what they were, he waved his hand disdainfully and turned back to the map.
    "Cheap Jewish and Communist propaganda. Staged and passed to that agent you know nothing about. Shocking that they would kill so many people for the sake of verisimilitude, don't you think?"
    "There's hundreds more like these, and thousands of pages of testimony as to what your SS is doing in Russia and the Ukraine."
    Hitler turned, looked straight at Harrison, and smiled. "I know nothing about that."
    "But we do!" Harrison slammed his fist on the table.
    Hitler, for one brief second, seemed shocked by Harrison's reaction. Then he came back to the table and leaned against it, bracing his balled fists on its edge. "Do you want to have a war over these lies?" With a rude brush of his hand he swept the photos off the table. "I doubt, President Harrison, that you'd get more than a hundred votes in your Congress, most of them already in the pockets of New York Jewish financiers, who are the true enemies. And you do not have the power to declare war on your own." He laughed sofdy at that absurd weakness.
    "I am going to make this information public."
    "Go ahead. A fair number of your people will applaud."
    Harrison sat back in his chair, physically sickened, by the photographs, the reality that underlay them, and most of all by the almost playful nondenial. Perhaps that explained his next, ill-advised words.
    "You have no idea of the character of Americans," he said in an almost conversational tone. "You have no idea of what we are, or what we stand for. We might not be able to stop what you're doing inside the land you