But the big surprise for J Alfred Prufrock, Palestrina MacFarlane and Gertie Mountcastle, was when the elegant figure of Prince Hubertus of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, in his crisp, black SS uniform entered the restaurant, accompanied by another man in uniform and a stunning blonde woman; when they joined the three at their table, Hubertus immediately noticed that a sense of unease was present in his friend's body language, so he quickly set about to dispel it: "may I introduce Vlado Chernozemski?" asked the Prince, "and Frauleine Olga Konstantinovna Chekhova," and for the first time since they had met the American spy, Pal and Gertie watched with fascination as he recovered his composure: "are you really? wait, yes I see it, Buddy you must be the best actor in the world – you seem taller, broader, your eyes are a different colour, are you what the comics call 'a master of disguise'? because I swear, I never recognized you when you walked in!" and the Bulgarian assassin laughed as he took a tin of Black Russian cigarettes from his pocket and offered them around; the girls accepted, but Alfred stayed with his Luckies, and Prince Hubertus had a cheroot; "a lady-friend of Olga," explained Chernozemski, "is a make-up artist at the Film Studios and helped me out, I really couldn't manage without her help: she dyed my hair, changed my eye colour, put special lifts in my shoes and the uniform came from the Wardrobe Department – it's got to be back before they start shooting in the morning; but the real trick I was taught by a Russian actor many years ago, it is called 'Living the Part'; if I truly believe I am who I say I am, and adapt my posture, walk, facial expression and voice, and all the little mannerisms which define us – and can give us away – the make-up is just like the icing on the cake, and I will be accepted; tonight I am Sturmbannführer Walther von Ecklenburg, I have papers in my pocket to prove it and bullets in my pistol to support it; but I don't suppose tonight is an Acting-Class, you want to know something about the two SS fugitives, Count Baldur von Machfleine and his Adjutant Dieter Doopeltag, no?" and he looked Prufrock in the eye; "got it in one," replied Alfred, with a sidelong glance at Chekhova, which Chernozemski caught, for he laughed and put his arm around her, "don't worry about Olga, everything's Kosher with her – oops, I shouldn't say that here, should I? but seriously, I can vouch for Olga, can't I dear?" and she said, with a pudency in er voice: "we are all on the same side – yes, I am close to many Nazi Party leaders, but that is professional thing for me, is part of my cover; oh, I am not a spy, but to work here, now, is essential to seem to be one with them, to agree with them, even if you don't, and I don't; I tried to get out, Fritz Lang wanted me to go to Paris in '34 to make a movie, but I was under contract with UFA and they stopped me, said they needed my talents here, said they couldn't let Hollywood take all the Stars; and yes, I have a good life, I admit, salubrious even, even if it means putting up with The Doctor, hah!" she laughed, "he is a poisonous little weasel but luckily so vain that he believes the act that I put on for him – you know he is, not impotent, bat cannot make babies, what do the Americans say?" and Alfred inclined his head: "shooting blanks!" and Olga leaned over the table, closer to the others who also leant in too: "oh, he has five children, plus Magda's son from her first marriage, but none of them are his, I know for a fact that Magda has a lover, I do not know his name, but he is blonde and handsome, like her; I have seen them together only twice, or three times in the past six years, but believe me, the children look like him and her – she could be a supermodel on the catwalk, with her beauty – not one bears the slightest resemblance to The Männlein Doctor! pah! there is a photograph, I have it here, of him and his family, dwarves, the lot of them," and she took a glossy print from her handbag and discreetly passed it around.