"So!" murmured J Alfred Prufrock in the Pink Van, "it's the old 'bastard child of an Armenian Vardapet Patsy' switch, Heinrich Himmler! you really do still have the ability to surprise me with your lack of ingenuity, but by the sound of it, young Prince Hubertus is putty in your hands," and to Gertie Mountcastle's amazement, he started the engine and they drove away from the city centre: "but, what about the Prince?" she asked and Prufrock snapped: "the Prince is doing just fine, Gertie, he's true-blue, through and through, it's our necks I'm trying to keep out of that sly old fox's noose; did you hear him? he knows already that Vlado Chernozemski is in town for the State Visit, which means someone in the Bulgarian's team is leaking like a sieve and we have to ask ourselves: 'why'?" and Gertie suggested: "they want to stop the assassination?" and Prufrock admitted that it was possible, "but again I ask: 'why'? who wants to keep Prince Paul alive? it could be the Ustasa, it could even be the Black Hand," and Gertie asked: "weren't they the ones who assassinated Franz Ferdinand? and Alfred chuckled: "almost, my dear, they provided the funds and the planning, but it was Mlada Bosna, or Young Bosnia who carried it out – now, there's a thing, why didn't I think of that!" and Gertie puzzled: "but these were all terrorists, so why baulk at the murder of this Prince Paul, or Adolf Hitler?" and Alfred merely shrugged: "they are all Balkans, Nationalists – whether Serbian, or Croatian, Bosnian, Macedonian, Montenegrin or Bulgarian, Romanian and Albanian – these are people, not just their organisations, but individuals, who will wait ten, twenty, two hundred years, to revenge an insult or a killing, an attack on their home village or their family; they can probably give chapter and verse for every grievance they carry in their hearts – but Chernozemski assassinated King Alexander as part of a bigger plot – and according to Himmler, he escaped justice, and now he's back to assassinate the Prince Regent, and Hitler! and most of the organisations we're talking about are Fascist, so why would they target Hitler?" and Gertie replied: "well, according to Himmler, the Nazis want to control the Balkans as their preferred rout to the Bosphorus and Russian shipping, maybe they are Serbian or Croatian Nationalists even more than Fascists, or do they simply glocalize their colours to suit the place, like international marketeers?" and Prufrock nodded: "they may fear a German alliance with Yugoslavia would be a return to the Austria-Hungarian Empire, not so long after they'd rid themselves of it, yes, that could be it; if they don't think Prince Paul is strong enough to withstand Hitler's charm offensive, and they see Hitler as the big threat, even though their politics would seem to make him an ally, yes, to these guys, and Chernozemski in particular, it might make sense, destabilise the Balkans and let their people back home divide Yugoslavia into the little Kingdoms they've always wanted, without German tanks rolling their fields flat! so what to do? you and Palestrina came here to assassinate Hitler, so do we facilitate the Bulgarian and let him do the actual job? or protect Prince Paul and at the same time Der Fuhrer? or save Paul but not Adolf? that's the one my money would be on," and he looked at Gertie: "my duodenum's grumbling, it needs a skosh to munch, a bratwurst or bockwurst or even a liverwurst or maybe a pastry, let's meet up with Pal and take a decision!"