Rand Hart not only won his poker game, he gained possession of Herr von Osler’s personal memento — a gold ring from the Führer.
We pick up from where we left off last week.
A steward came and collected the chips. “I’ll take these to the purser, sir.”
“I’d like the money in American dollars.”
“Yes, sir,” the steward said and left with the chips.
Hart looked at the ring and tried it on several fingers before he found it fit the middle finger of his right hand. He walked to the promenade and looked out the window of the Hindenburg. In a couple hours the sun would be up. Down below, on the Atlantic, Hart saw the lights of a ship. Otherwise, there were only the stars.
To be continued!
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Oh, I like it. The Hindenburg has a ominous feeling, I don’t knwo why. And the lights from the ship, the only lights. Very nice 🙂
Glad the atmosphere comes through!