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name is Doctor Vincent
Rothschild I am with the East German Academy of Sciences. This is my associate
Doctor Androv Alexis also with the academy.’
    Frederick folded his
paper and stared at both men. ‘Really and how is it you know me?’
    Rothschild grinned.
‘You are a Nobel Prize winning physicist well known at the academy and well
respected.’
    ‘I’m honoured, I
didn’t realise you chaps took work of western scientists seriously.’
    Rothschild stared
back at Frederick. ‘Politics have no business in scientific research Professor
Frederick. Politicians like to think they can use the scientific community to
forward advances in warfare and political gain. I believe all scientists are
the same the world over, our drive for discovery is a common purpose is it
not.’
    Frederick found
himself being impressed by Rothschild’s guile. ‘So what is it that brings you
to this part of the world gentlemen?’
    ‘We wish to speak to
you about a matter of up most importance Professor.’ Rothschild answered.
    Frederick looked at
his watch. ‘Well I’m afraid I’m not going to have time I’m due to board a train
to London shortly.’
    ‘It is your trip that
we wish to speak to you about.’ Dr Alexis spoke for the first time.
    Frederick smiled
politely. ‘I’m afraid my trip to London is of no scientific value gentlemen,
just another tedious day at the office.’
    ‘We beg to differ
Professor.’ Rothschild said. ‘You see we are very interested in the aspect of
science you are going to discuss with your distinguished colleagues later on
today.’
    Frederick started to
feel a little uneasy in the presence of the two men. ‘And what aspect of
science would that be exactly?’
    Rothschild looked
around the cafe, a few people were scattered about. A man in a bowler hat and
pinstriped suit reading a copy of the financial times. A couple chatting, too
busy to notice the three men sat in the corner. Two women stood behind the
counter gossiping, glancing disapprovingly every now and then at the couple.
Rothschild turned back towards Frederick. ‘It retains to your discussions about
flying saucers.’
    Frederick kept
smiling. ‘Flying saucers? I’m afraid gentlemen I don’t quite follow.’
    Rothschild’s attitude
changed. ‘Do not perceive us as being naive Professor, we know about the group
your Prime Minister Winston Churchill has established.’
    ‘Then I’m afraid Dr
Rothschild you have been misinformed, I’ve no interest in such nonsense. As a
Nobel prize winning physicist I have to keep my feet firmly on the ground.’ The
whistle of an approaching train sounded. Frederick checked his pocket watch. ‘Now
if you’ll excuse me gentlemen I have a train to catch.’
    All three men got to
their feet. The man in the bowler hat also stood tucked his paper under his arm
before picking up his briefcase and heading towards the door. The man and woman
stayed seated oblivious of the hustle and bustle of the train station.
Frederick headed out of the door after the pinstripe, followed closely by
Rothschild and Alexis. Frederick tried to distance himself from the two men, he
hurried down the platform. The train was now slowly grinding to a halt, steam
filled the platform making it difficult to see. Frederick grabbed the first
carriage door handle he could find, but Rothschild grabbed his arm firmly.
    ‘Let go of me this
instance!’ Frederick called out yanking his arm away from Rothschild’s grip. A
train guard further on down the platform heard Frederick’s shout and looked in
their direction.
    Rothschild expressed
sincerity. ‘I am sorry Professor, but you seem unwilling to hear what I have to
say. You are an amateur astronomer are you not?’
    Frederick was caught
off guard, how is it this man knows so much about him?
    Rothschild noted the
expression on Frederick’s face. ‘I have many friends at the Royal Society
Professor who speak very highly of you and have told me much about you and your
research. When