Free Secrets of the Last Nazi by Iain King Page A

Reserve was founded in 1913? For every date, Stolz had told his interviewer about a change in the way money and power operate across borders, but what was he linking to it? Myles noticed the interval between the dates was not even.
    He kept reading:
    This history and symbolism mean we expect future events to occur on these dates, and have these characteristics:
    January 1957 – April 1958 - Bureaucracy and organisation set up to regulate cross-border trade.
    October 1971 –International economic organisation replaced by negotiation.
    August 1984 – Economic protection is abandoned.
    January 1995 – The way of trade across the world is transformed.
    November 2008 – Lending becomes strict and banking starts to reform.
    Myles read it again, amazed.
    In 1957 and 1958: the European Economic Community – the future EU – was established, a cross-border bureaucracy to regulate trade in Europe.
    October 1971: President Nixon abandoned the rules which fixed the dollar to the price of gold, and brought in a currency based on negotiated power.
    August 1984: Economic deregulation dominant in many developed countries.
    January 1995: the World Trade Organisation was formed.
    November 2008: the credit crunch, causing great problems for banks around the world.
    Each one of Stolz’s predictions had come true.
    He read the rest of the paper.
    January 2024 and November 2024: Technology will replace tradition as the basis for trade; crisis for international organisations.
    March 2043 and January 2044: Technology of world trade abandoned in confusion (efforts to save it in Sept 2043).
    May 2066 to January 2068: War and power settle cross-border economy.
    Would these predictions become true, too?
    Then Myles looked down at the bottom of the page. There was a simple reference. It had not been translated, because it didn’t need to be.
    Myles stared at it, stunned.
    5. Juli 1940.
    It meant the original German words on this page had been typewritten in the summer 1940, many years before the events they predicted.
    Myles recoiled from the table.
    There were lots of possible explanations. Most likely, the page was written later and the date at the bottom was a lie. How else could the predictions and their precise timings have been made?
    But then he began to wonder - why would someone fabricate these predictions? And surely, if it was a hoax, the team from 1945 would have rumbled it?
    Behind him, he could still hear the whirr of the lift motor. It had been running for several minutes now. Odd: surely most rides within the five-storey apartment block would take just a few seconds …
    Myles slumped down in a seat, taking the weight off his healing knee. He was feeling tired and light-headed. Sick, even.
    He looked around the room – his head seemed to be spinning. Perhaps his vision was failing.
    He wondered if it was the shock of discovering the old Nazi had been making such accurate predictions. Unlikely – it wasn’t enough to explain his intense nausea.
    Could the paper have been poisoned somehow? Something chemical or even biological – a clever trap by Stolz to protect his papers? Revenge on anyone who tried to take his secret?
    He examined the papers again. The documents were dry, there was no sign of any powder, and Myles had barely touched them. If he was being poisoned, it wasn’t by Stolz.
    The pages in the box were fluttering slightly, as if there was a gentle breeze within the room. Staggering to his feet, he forced himself back to the boxes. He put his hand on top of them and felt warm air tumbling onto it. Slowly, with his balance failing, he lifted his arm, tracing the source of the draft. His hand reached back to the filter. Warm air was blowing in through it.
    He fell backwards, and his head hit the floor. He felt his muscles stiffen, and his stomach convulse, as if it wanted him to vomit. He tried to get back on his feet again, but this time he couldn’t.
    Suffocating, and with his muscles stiffening by the second,