I raced down Elisabeth street in response to Clean Mary's cry for help and stopped with screeching brakes in front of the mansion on the hill. I got out of the car, closed the bonnet of Clean Mary's car and held the door open for her. I told Tiny Man Giant, still hiding behind a shrub, to get in the car as well. Clean Mary came running down the steps on her platform heels and within minutes we were out of there.
'What the fuck happened in there?' I screamed at her. 'My screen went black. What happened to your camera?'
'Your clown of a professor suddenly showed a keen interest in this medallion, asked how old it was, he took it in his hands and that's how the frigging camera got unglued and slid down my gorgeous royal tits, down to my navel. Or worse... That's what happened!'
'I see,' I said, while the image of the camera, lodged in a dark and mysterious place, embedded itself firmly in my brain.
This whole scene was entirely for the benefit of Mr. Siegfried Schulz, of course, our boss, the one-eyed undertaker, who wanted to hear and see the footage of the reconnaissance mission we had just concluded. It had to be totally believable. I think it was.
Later that evening I went to see Schulz in his office and gave him an USB flash drive on which I had uploaded a gently edited version of the events on Elisabeth street. Together we watched and listened to what Clean Mary had recorded. It wasn't bad. The images on the screen of his laptop were a bit jumpy, but that wasn't so surprising.
'Why are the images so jumpy?' Schulz asked. 'They go left and right all the time, they give me a headache.' I explained to him where we had positioned the camera.
'Between her boobs?' he asked with a doubtful look.
I nodded and he smiled.
'Well, they would make me jumpy, too!' And he burst out laughing which was a most disconcerting thing to behold.
He turned back to the screen and pointing with his finger said: 'I want that, and that and that.
'We will need a rather large van for all that, Boss.'
'Don't worry your little head about that, Yosht. I'll deal with it. 'When are we going in?'
'The professor said to Clean Mary that he is leaving for France later this week. When he goes out, we go in.'