I had to guess, most of these crates were assembled here in anticipation of my grandfather’s next discovery.’
Jones glanced at the crates. ‘Which was?’
Ulster shrugged. ‘I honestly don’t know what he was searching for. Perhaps his journal will give us a clue, perhaps not. However, based on the size of this bunker and the dozens of crates that fill this chamber, he was preparing for something huge.’
21
Over the next hour, Payne, Jones and Kaiser opened every crate in the bunker while Ulster studied his grandfather’s notes on the other side of the room. To everyone’s disappointment, Ulster’s theory about the crates was proven correct: most of them were empty. The few that had something to offer were filled with family heirlooms - personal items that could be returned to the rightful owners - but nothing came close to the van Gogh crate or Ludwig’s gold.
‘I’m sorry,’ Kaiser said after they opened the final one.
‘For what?’ Payne asked.
‘For wasting your time.’
Payne wiped the sweat off his brow. ‘What are you talking about? You didn’t waste our time. This was kind of fun - in a chain gang kind of way.’
Jones took a gulp of water. ‘Speak for yourself. My back is killing me, and I’ve got a blister on my thumb the size of a dumpling. I hope our host has insurance.’
Kaiser smiled. ‘Just grab some gold, and we’ll call it even.’
Jones considered the offer. ‘It’s a pleasure doing business with you.’
‘In all seriousness,’ Payne said to Kaiser, ‘we appreciated the heads up. Obviously things didn’t work out the way we had hoped - ‘
‘That’s an understatement,’ Jones mumbled.
‘ - but we managed to protect Petr’s reputation. And that’s good enough for us.’
Jones cleared his throat loudly, the sound echoing through the room.
Payne stared at him. ‘What?’
‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’
‘I don’t think so … Am I?’
Jones sighed in disappointment. He had always been better with details than Payne. ‘Please forgive my former captain. The mind starts to go at his age.’
‘What are you talking about? You’re older than I am!’ Payne grumbled.
Jones ignored the comment. ‘What Jon meant to say was this: although we were thrilled to protect the Ulster family name, we’ll still gladly accept the free trip to Oktoberfest.’
Payne paused in thought. ‘Actually, he’s right. That is what I meant to say.’
Kaiser laughed at their antics. ‘Don’t worry, fellas. I’ll keep my word. You’ll still get two days at Oktoberfest. If all goes well, you’ll be in the beer gardens before dinner.’
‘Unless …’ Ulster called from the far side of the room.
All three of them turned towards him. He was sitting on an empty crate with his back against the bunker wall. In his hands, he held his grandfather’s journal.
‘Unless what?’ Payne asked.
‘Unless you want to retrieve the treasure that was destined for these crates.’
Jones stepped forward. ‘What are you talking about?’
Ulster rocked back and forth a few times in order to generate enough momentum to stand up. ‘While you gentlemen have been searching through the crates, I’ve been conducting a search of my own - one that has been a tad more fruitful than yours. According to my grandfather’s notes, his biggest problem wasn’t finding Ludwig’s treasure, it was retrieving it.’
Silence filled the room as they considered Ulster’s words.
A few seconds passed before Kaiser spoke. ‘What do you mean?’
Ulster grinned. ‘I had a feeling that would get your attention.’
‘Well, you have it. Now explain.’
‘As I mentioned earlier, Bavaria was swarming with Nazis during the 1930s. This area in particular was under high alert because of the 1936 Winter Olympics, which were held in the valley below. As a matter of fact, this mountain was actually used for some of the skiing events. Because of all the extra security, my grandfather was forced to abandon his pursuit of Ludwig’s treasure shortly after finding this bunker. From the looks of things, he had a pretty good idea where the treasure was hidden, but he wasn’t able to retrieve it thanks to World War Two.’
‘Fucking Hitler! Always screwing things up,’ Jones joked.
‘What are you saying? You know where the treasure is?’ Kaiser demanded.
Ulster lowered his voice. ‘According to my grandfather, Ludwig hid a secret document in his gartenhaus that would reveal the location of the treasure.’
Jones winced. ‘One time, when Jon and I were crossing the Afghan border, I had to hide a document in my gartenhaus, and—’
Kaiser cut him off. ‘Gartenhaus means “garden house” in German, not what you were about to describe.’
‘Thank goodness,’ Jones cracked, ‘because I got a