Chapter ten
Florence had no idea what she had thought, that her and Hans Landa would run away together…?
She stood up, now it was only a matter of time before the cinema would explode. She knew the Basterds was going to blow the cinema even without her signal.
"And just why would we do that, mademoiselle?" A glimt of amusement flickered in the colonel's eyes. The gypsy lowered her head, so that she stood face to face with the Jew hunter. She could still made this up.
" I just have to get some fresh air, that's all"
And to her great surprise Hans Landa must have believed her because he rose from the chair.
"Of course, mademoiselle."
She stared at him for a second, a smile sightly on her lips.
Then she began to walked out from the office. She heard Landa coming after her. She looked up at the door into the salong, but saw no glimt of Aldo or the others.
Suddenly a well known face blocked her way. Dr Joseph Goebbels stood in front of her, smiling with a glass of champagne in on hand. Florence felt Landa´s hand on her back, he had made his way and stood now next to her.
The both germans began to speak with each other, Florence stood in between not understanding. But she did understand the disappointed expression on the Propaganda minister´s face as Landa told him, "Nein, die fräulein wollte vor dem Film noch etwas frische Luft schnappen…" The Jew hunter led her to the entrance.
"What did you tell him, colonel?" She asked him as they stepped outside the cinema.
"Just that you wanted to take some fresh air before the film starts" The Jew hunters sharp jaw tighten "Isn't it so, mademoiselle?"
She studied his face, it showed nothing. "Yes, just so." She smiled, they were outside.
The last thing she remember then was giving the cinema one last glare, before the world went black for the gypsy girl.