DOCTOR DOYLE AND THE MUNICH HORN - PART 1 "KUNST"
Doctor Doyle sat at the bar on his usual stool, a stool that had been specially strengthened to take his enormous weight, and shortened by four inches so that his miniature but muscular legs could reach the floor.
He was seated towards the end of the tobacco and phlegm stained snug, his broad back and shoulders positioned so that his corpulent body filled the tight angle between the bar and wall.
Dr Doyle had been a regular at the pub for many years and was well known by all who frequented the establishment on a regular basis. However, he was also known to venture a number of miles along the Harrow Road towards leafy Harrow Weald in one direction and Wembley in the other.
He slowly lifted his large balding head and scanned the document he had just pulled from his pocket. His brown eyes darted about the smoke filled room, scanning and ensuring that the document would be out of sight of prying eyes.
He thought briefly of his recent visit to the pub when he finally met Major Thurlby, but soon cleared his mind so that he could concentrate on the instructions before him. The foolscap document was typed in bold Indian ink and consisted of a number of short paragraphs. It was headed up "Most Secret" and "For the eyes of Doctor Doyle only".
He was briefly distracted as old Pa Benfield screamed incoherently at his incontinent wife, as she urinated at her bar stool. Oblivious of her bladder malfunction she threw herself from her stool and somersaulted across the wooden floor. Pa Benfield was used to this and turned to the bar and ordered another pint of mild and stout as she continued to hand spring her way in the direction of the back door and garden.
Dr Doyle ruffled the document in his hands and placed his reading glasses over his large ears. The wire frames of his spectacles in place, he scanned the instructions and noted that he was to make his way to Munich, Germany and locate and seize the fabled "Munich Horn".
The corpulent red face doctor raised his handkerchief to his face and wiped a bead of sweat from his creased brow. It was a number of years since he had ventured overseas and with the world in the throes of another world war, he would need to plan his trip with the utmost precision and recruit only the finest to assist him in his mission.
He knew that his greatest foe would be waiting for him when he entered Germany and that Kahrl Heinzz - Brunner" principle of the Duisburg School of Archaeology and the Occult would kill him on first sight.
Brunner was an ex Nazi spy who had spent a number of years in Paraguay running a quasi religious sect, before slipping back in to Europe under a false name and forged papers after the Nazis came to power.
Prior to his entanglement with the Nazi Party, he had studied archaeology at the Sorbonne, Oxford and Harvard, and had forged many links with the nefarious “Archaeological Mafia” known as “The Sacred brotherhood of the Sarcophagus”.
Brunner has surfaced in Duisburg and by murderous and foul means, had swiftly worked his way to become the Principal at the renowned and respected Archaeology school.
However, the Gestapo, German Police and the secret service, “Die Bundesamt fur Verfassungsschutz (BfV)”, had been unable to pin on him any of the unfortunate accidents and disappearances that befell his more senior colleagues, and he now ruled supreme at the Duisburg centre of the occult.
The obese and hypertensive near alcoholic Dr Doyle was himself of mixed Irish and Spanish decent, and had acted for both the allies and the triple alliance during the last global conflict.
His usual place of rest was his current location, the Mitre public house, situated on the Watford Road just up from the junction with East Lane.He would occasionally frequent the notoriously seedy "Carlton Lodge" speakeasy during the hours that the pubs were shut, but condensed most of his imbibing in to the small nicotine infested Mitre.
However, with the current conundrum facing him, and the near certainty of death if his mission against Kahrl Heinzz - Brunner was not executed in a faultless manner, Dr Doyle decided to leave the comfort of the Mitre and head down the Watford Road toward Sudbury Town and Wembley.
After forty minutes huffing and puffing the crimson faced chubby doctor approached Barham House.
The property was built in the grounds of the far more historic Crabs House which was owned by the father of the Copeland sisters. The Copeland sisters are commemorated to this day in Wembley by way of the secondary school named in their honour, and Copeland road.
The mansion was sited to the west of Wembley, on the road to Sudbury Town, and still retained a number of the sweeping green acres that had previously surrounded this stately home.
The lush meadows had supported herds of dairy cows during the eighteenth century, which provided ample supplies of milk to Wembley and the surrounding villages and hamlets. During the middle of the century, the provision of a railway station at what became Wembley Central, provided convenient and easy access to the centre of London and an eagerly waiting market for fresh milk and dairy products.
The house had however, recently been under the control of the local urban district council, and had become somewhat dilapidated, although was still inhabitable.
Doctor Doyle turned in to the driveway and pushed open the once magnificent wrought iron gates, which were no longer locked due to the apathy shown by those chosen by the council to tend the gardens and house.
He marched forward towards the entrance and strode up the couple steps leading to the balustrade and open walkway that surrounded the building. He unlocked the main door with an old rusty key and slowly climbed the central staircase. He entered the first doorway to the right of the landing and sat down on a large wooden chair. A minute later a large brute of a man entered through the doorway and the grotesquely obese Doctor Doyle slid of his seat and motioned towards the massive figure of Ivan Terrablanche.
The Doctor coughed as he approached the frowning South African and was quickly acknowledged with an outstretched hand. "Ivan Terrablanche" was East Africa's most dangerous Arms dealer and had moved up from The Cape many years earlier so as to escape from "Mickey Mangtoute" and his cut throat gang of extortionists and murderers. He had worked with Dr Doyle on a number of occasions and was well placed to help with the Munich raid to capture the Munich Horn.
To be continued.........................
Doctor Doyle sat at the bar on his usual stool, a stool that had been specially strengthened to take his enormous weight, and shortened by four inches so that his miniature but muscular legs could reach the floor.
He was seated towards the end of the tobacco and phlegm stained snug, his broad back and shoulders positioned so that his corpulent body filled the tight angle between the bar and wall.
Dr Doyle had been a regular at the pub for many years and was well known by all who frequented the establishment on a regular basis. However, he was also known to venture a number of miles along the Harrow Road towards leafy Harrow Weald in one direction and Wembley in the other.
He slowly lifted his large balding head and scanned the document he had just pulled from his pocket. His brown eyes darted about the smoke filled room, scanning and ensuring that the document would be out of sight of prying eyes.
He thought briefly of his recent visit to the pub when he finally met Major Thurlby, but soon cleared his mind so that he could concentrate on the instructions before him. The foolscap document was typed in bold Indian ink and consisted of a number of short paragraphs. It was headed up "Most Secret" and "For the eyes of Doctor Doyle only".
He was briefly distracted as old Pa Benfield screamed incoherently at his incontinent wife, as she urinated at her bar stool. Oblivious of her bladder malfunction she threw herself from her stool and somersaulted across the wooden floor. Pa Benfield was used to this and turned to the bar and ordered another pint of mild and stout as she continued to hand spring her way in the direction of the back door and garden.
Dr Doyle ruffled the document in his hands and placed his reading glasses over his large ears. The wire frames of his spectacles in place, he scanned the instructions and noted that he was to make his way to Munich, Germany and locate and seize the fabled "Munich Horn".
The corpulent red face doctor raised his handkerchief to his face and wiped a bead of sweat from his creased brow. It was a number of years since he had ventured overseas and with the world in the throes of another world war, he would need to plan his trip with the utmost precision and recruit only the finest to assist him in his mission.
He knew that his greatest foe would be waiting for him when he entered Germany and that Kahrl Heinzz - Brunner" principle of the Duisburg School of Archaeology and the Occult would kill him on first sight.
Brunner was an ex Nazi spy who had spent a number of years in Paraguay running a quasi religious sect, before slipping back in to Europe under a false name and forged papers after the Nazis came to power.
Prior to his entanglement with the Nazi Party, he had studied archaeology at the Sorbonne, Oxford and Harvard, and had forged many links with the nefarious “Archaeological Mafia” known as “The Sacred brotherhood of the Sarcophagus”.
Brunner has surfaced in Duisburg and by murderous and foul means, had swiftly worked his way to become the Principal at the renowned and respected Archaeology school.
However, the Gestapo, German Police and the secret service, “Die Bundesamt fur Verfassungsschutz (BfV)”, had been unable to pin on him any of the unfortunate accidents and disappearances that befell his more senior colleagues, and he now ruled supreme at the Duisburg centre of the occult.
The obese and hypertensive near alcoholic Dr Doyle was himself of mixed Irish and Spanish decent, and had acted for both the allies and the triple alliance during the last global conflict.
His usual place of rest was his current location, the Mitre public house, situated on the Watford Road just up from the junction with East Lane.He would occasionally frequent the notoriously seedy "Carlton Lodge" speakeasy during the hours that the pubs were shut, but condensed most of his imbibing in to the small nicotine infested Mitre.
However, with the current conundrum facing him, and the near certainty of death if his mission against Kahrl Heinzz - Brunner was not executed in a faultless manner, Dr Doyle decided to leave the comfort of the Mitre and head down the Watford Road toward Sudbury Town and Wembley.
After forty minutes huffing and puffing the crimson faced chubby doctor approached Barham House.
The property was built in the grounds of the far more historic Crabs House which was owned by the father of the Copeland sisters. The Copeland sisters are commemorated to this day in Wembley by way of the secondary school named in their honour, and Copeland road.
The mansion was sited to the west of Wembley, on the road to Sudbury Town, and still retained a number of the sweeping green acres that had previously surrounded this stately home.
The lush meadows had supported herds of dairy cows during the eighteenth century, which provided ample supplies of milk to Wembley and the surrounding villages and hamlets. During the middle of the century, the provision of a railway station at what became Wembley Central, provided convenient and easy access to the centre of London and an eagerly waiting market for fresh milk and dairy products.
The house had however, recently been under the control of the local urban district council, and had become somewhat dilapidated, although was still inhabitable.
Doctor Doyle turned in to the driveway and pushed open the once magnificent wrought iron gates, which were no longer locked due to the apathy shown by those chosen by the council to tend the gardens and house.
He marched forward towards the entrance and strode up the couple steps leading to the balustrade and open walkway that surrounded the building. He unlocked the main door with an old rusty key and slowly climbed the central staircase. He entered the first doorway to the right of the landing and sat down on a large wooden chair. A minute later a large brute of a man entered through the doorway and the grotesquely obese Doctor Doyle slid of his seat and motioned towards the massive figure of Ivan Terrablanche.
The Doctor coughed as he approached the frowning South African and was quickly acknowledged with an outstretched hand. "Ivan Terrablanche" was East Africa's most dangerous Arms dealer and had moved up from The Cape many years earlier so as to escape from "Mickey Mangtoute" and his cut throat gang of extortionists and murderers. He had worked with Dr Doyle on a number of occasions and was well placed to help with the Munich raid to capture the Munich Horn.
To be continued.........................
