Tea for Two
Tea for Two The Schloss had survived virtually unscathed, a cold, damp erection in the centre of the forest, the moat green and stagnant, turrets overlooking extensive, overgrown grounds. Back in the day, marauding invaders had tried to overthrow the aristocratic owners and been shot and killed, or covered in boiling oil from those same turrets, or locked in the dank dungeons, never to be seen again. It had taken him six months to get the place into some sort of order. It had been commandeered by the Gestapo, due to its location and the occupants had not been as respectful to the building as they might have been. It had required a deep clean, from top to bottom. The complete inability of Gestapo intelligence to use a dustbin and clean a fireplace should not have surprised him but it offended his sense of smart professionalism. The paintings and furnishings had been unearthed from the deepest of the cellars along with the best of the wine. Even now it was bar...