Hochstetter grinned in feral glee - he had finally captured an elusive British agent, a man who had smuggled countless Juden out of Germany under the very noses of the Gestapo. This man was now tied up before him, helpless.

"What have you to say now, eh?" Hochstetter taunted him.

"I met Houdini," the Schotte replied, smiling nonchalantly. The major blinked, momentarily confused. Then the agent burst into motion, but not to escape: he grabbed Hochstetter's sidearm and shot himself in the head.

Hochstetter cursed violently as the guards burst into the room, far too late. The Schotte was dead.