Auf Wiedersehen! Herr Hauptman

By Earle W. Jacobs

It seems like you sometimes just cant get away from the bad guys. Just about the time you think you are in a good, safe place where they wont find you, there they are again. What in the world must you do when they show up virtually on your doorstep again?

If excitement, intrigue, and adventure are what you are looking for, this is your lucky day! Be careful, though. Best you dont start this story too late in the day, or you will find you are up til all hours. If you do, better be sure tomorrow is not a workday.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524603694

Earle W. Jacobs

Earle Jacobs has been a long time resident of Southern California. He lives’ there with his wife, Alla Mikhaylovna, a native of Kiev, Ukraine and their one-eared cat Barrabashka, a native of St. Petersburg, Russia. Alla is a US Citizen. Barrabashka so far still has only her entry visa. He was an Army Lieutenant during WWII and was awarded battle stars for his ETO Campaign Ribbon for Normandy, Northern France, Rhineland and Central Europe. He has been writing adventure novels since 1989.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/12/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0370-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0369-4 (e)

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

I Hope you read, Good Heavens Miss Evans and Just s Simple Job, before you start this story.

If not, you jusr might be a little confused about what

is happening.

CHAPTER ONE

T he Bobs did all right by me on my transportation home. It still seems however like a hell of a long, boring plane ride from London to LAX, even with the best of arrangements. We landed in LA at ten PM and by then I was bushed. No point in trying to get home tonight so I got a room at the airport hotel and I was out like a light as soon as I got close to the pillow.

I didn't leap out of bed at dawn either. I was going to start living a normal life style from now on. After a good shower, I went down to the coffee shop and had me a nice leisurely and substantial breakfast while I read the morning LA Times. After all the driving around we had been doing the last couple of weeks, I just did not feel up to another five-hour drive to get home. I began checking into the possibility of a charter flight and got lucky. The Sierras had been getting snow for a couple weeks and the ski resorts were open. There now were daily flights to Mammoth for the skiers and ski-bunnies. Thank goodness, it was the middle of the week and they were only half booked. With a little fast-talking and an extra fifty dollars, they agreed to let me off in Bishop. None of the other passengers objected to the extra ten minutes travel time. The extra take-off and landing didn't use fifty dollars of gas so I guess everyone was happy. We should depart in an hour and twenty minutes.

I found a phone and called home to alert them I would soon be on my way. Good, Grethel was home. When she heard it was I she shrieked, William, I thought you were never coming home again. We will be at the airport to meet you; and William dear, do not expect to get out of the house again for at least a month. I laughed and told her, "I think my dear Grethel that I might not ever go outside again." I said perhaps we could make an exception on a rare occasion and pop over to the country club for a meal. Other than that, I expected I was going to become a recluse. She laughed and told me to hurry up and come home but don't be surprised if she seemed a little heavier than the last time I saw her.

CHAPTER TWO

W e climbed out of LAX, out over the Pacific following the regular takeoff pattern, and then headed easterly toward the San Gabriel Mountains. Fifteen minutes later, we were looking down at Baldy and the Cajon Pass. The north slopes of the San Gabriel and San Bernardino Mountains, I see, already have a little snow. It sure was nice to be home where you could recognize a few familiar landmarks.

At around one hundred and fifty miles an hour, it does not take too long to make it to Bishop. They didn't exactly throw me and my bags off the plane while it was still moving but they sure didn't waste time. I barely had time to get out of the way and they were taxiing down to the end of the runway to take off again. Another ten minutes and they will be at the Mammoth landing strip.

Strange, no Grethel, no Elaine, what's going on here? I was struggling to pick up the bags and all the packages I had when a Deputy Sheriff approached me and said, Maybe I can give you a hand with those, Deputy. I said, Thank you very much, Deputy, it sure looks like I could use a little help. I was expecting some of my family here to meet me but it appears they have been delayed. He said that was his understanding. Sergeant, Miller had asked him to come by and ferry me home. No problems he said, just a slight change of plans apparently. We got all my stuff into the squad car and took off for the place we had rented.

Boy, the old town sure looks good, I remarked to the Deputy. I may never leave again. He chuckled and said it was an all-right place he guessed but he would like to see something else once in a while. I said no doubt he would have a chance to do that one of these days. In a few minutes, we had arrived at the house and my friend helped me haul my stuff up to the door where he left me; he had to get back on patrol and would no doubt be seeing me around town. I rang the doorbell a couple times but there was no answer. I sure hope Grethel had not had to go to the doctor's. I fished out my keys, opened the door, piled all my stuff inside and closed the door. I wonder where Grethel could be. I went to the front room to see if there could be a note she had left for me. Strange, all the drapes were drawn.

Just as I went through the door, an arm went around my neck and another around my waist. If I had still been in Europe I likely would have had a seizure just about now. Welcome, home my darling William, Grethel said, followed by one of those kisses for which she is so famous. At the same time, there were shouts of, Surprise!, Surprise!, Welcome Home! All the lights came on then. I could see now why all the blinds were shut in the middle of the afternoon. There was a welcome home banner hung on the wall of the living room and decorations of balloons and streamers all over. Someone sure had done a lot of work in a hurry.

There were Elaine and Al and also Verne and Francine. What a nice surprise. I'm glad now I had