At which very moment, in Berlin some 25 years later according to some – who prefer their Time to be linear, the fools! - a lenticular focussed the morning sun at a point above the road, along which the cavalcade was imminent, but first to be blinded were two motorcycle outriders, who never saw the two American Majors, J Alfred Prufrock and Holly Martins, deftly pull the piano wire into place, strung from lamp-posts on opposite pavements; it was just at the correct height – or wrong, depending on who you were – to decapitate the pair instantly, by which time the driver of the black, open-top Mercedes was next to be blinded and, immediately afterwards, the two passengers – Reichsfuhrer-SS Heinrich Himmler and Prince Alexander of Yugoslavia – at which point everyone in the vicinity, with the exceptions of the Americans, the Bulgarian, Vlado Chernozemsky, and their co-conspiritors who were all fitted with excellent ear-plugs, as deafened when the massive pipe-bomb, placed previously in the sewer under the middle of the road, exploded with a massive
at which point Chernozemsky himself, dressed incongruously in a black ball-gown, complete with a calash bonnet and veil, was catapulted into the air where, suspended by two strong rubberised ropes attached to the roofs of the buildings on either side, sprayed the car – and, of course, it's occupants – with bullets from his sub-machine-gun! he gave the thumbs up as the interior foot-well of the car was filled with the blood of his targets; he slashed the ropes and dropped immediately into the rear seat of the Daimler, driven by Prince Hubertus of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha which had only slowed for a second to receive it's passenger; everyone else piled in, several stood on the running-boards and even Uncle Hans Steckrübe clung to the trunk as Hubertus drove wildly through Berlin to where the Pink Pussy Wagon was parked in Unter Den Linden; once everyone was safely inside, Palestrina MacFarlane and Gertie Mountcastle in the cab drove hell-for-leather and even above thre roar of the engine, could hear the celebration party behind them: "a toast," said Prufrock, "to all who ride to safety in the Pink Van, l'haim, what a mauvais quart d'heure we have achieved today, thanks to Vlado and his Stink-Bomb and of course, yourselves!" there was a rousing cheer and even Pal and Gertie in the cab took a sip of Laphraoigh and drove on, to Freedom and Victory!