![]() When the third dart also struck the Führer’s face, the man suddenly launched himself to his feet and shot out his right hand in the Nazi salute. It landed with a dull thud just below Hitler’s left ear. Taking careful aim, he threw the first dart. Picking up three darts, he turned and faced the open cabinet. Pinto watched out of the corner of his eye as the civilian stiffened. Instead of the familiar dart board, with circles and numbers, there was picture of Adolf Hitler pinned inside. Undoing the catch, he threw open the cabinet. Why won’t you believe me?”Ĭasually, Pinto rose to his feet and walked across the room to where a dart board was hanging on a wall. “I keep telling you, I shall only be satisfied when he is dead and the Fatherland is a free country again. “So you still claim that you hate Hitler and all that he stands for and you’ve come to Britain to help the Allied cause?” he asked. Pinto was certain, in his own mind, that the man wasn’t what he professed to be. Oreste Pinto had been plying the young German with question after question, trying every trick he knew to catch him off guard. It was MI5’s duty to interrogate all refugees and weed out any possible spies.įor several days, Lt. ![]() ![]() The other, a young German in civilian clothes, had joined the swell of refugees into Great Britain. One wore British battle dress, the crown and “pip” on his shoulder straps denoting the rank of lieutenant colonel, the slight intonation in his voice betraying his Dutch origin. ![]() Two men were seated on either side of a paper-strewn table inside an office of MI5, the British intelligence service, in the Royal Victoria Patriotic School at Clapham, London, shortly after the fall of France in the spring of 1940. ![]()
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