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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. About the Author
  46. Letter from the author

‘1911 – don’t you remember? You sent me off on a boat so I could get thrashed and buggered at prep school. Don’t you remember that, Daddy?’

‘Damned pup! I won’t have that sort of language. Get out.’

‘I was rather hoping for some money, actually. Think of it as an advance on my inheritance. I’m a bit strapped for cash at the moment. Came over from Germany at a moment’s notice, you see. Didn’t have time to go to the bank.’

His mother was shaking. ‘Give him some money, Henry. Anything. Please.’

‘Thank you, Mummy. I’m so glad one of you still loves her little creature. You must have missed your creature all these years.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I’m the creature, am I not? Isn’t that what you called me?’

‘Ten pounds,’ Henry Young said, his red face turning puce. ‘I can give you ten pounds, but I want you out of this house – and I never wish to see you again.’

Jung stood up and walked to the fireplace. He drew his forearm along the mantelpiece, knocking a lifetime’s collection of ornaments down onto the hearthstone, sending shards of glass and porcelain spraying onto the carpet. He walked over to his mother, who was struggling to get out of her chair, and slapped her cheek hard.

‘Please don’t get up, Mummy,’ he hissed, baring his teeth.

His father was hobbling to her assistance. ‘What do you think you’re doing!’

In answer he grabbed his father by the balls and squeezed hard.

‘Let’s say five hundred, shall we? And then we’ll call it quits. What do you say to that, Daddy? You don’t want me to cause a scene, do you? Think of the laundry bills . . .’

*

Wilde was dismayed. He had been played for a fool.

‘What do you hope to gain from this, Cashbone?’

‘Peace, Wilde. That’s what we all want, isn’t it – peace for the children of the world. Peace for your own little boy.’

‘What’s that got to do with Klara?’

‘Think it through. We now have the means to reveal the truth about Geli Raubal and her affair with Hitler, the truth about the birth of Klara and Geli’s murder. None of this could have been done inside Germany with the Nazis in control of the press and wireless. But we can provide detailed evidence, with photographs and scientific comparisons of features, dates and locations of conception and birth. It’ll be all over the world’s newspapers and airwaves. There will be leaflet drops over Germany and the occupied territories. The German people will know the truth soon enough.’

‘And then what?’