The
Kammersee Affair
By John Holt
By John Holt
Lake Toplitzsee is
located in the Austrian Salzkammergut, the Austrian lake district. It is
approximately 718 metres above sea level, approximately 1920 metres long and
388 metres wide, at its widest part. It is one of the deepest lakes in the
region, extending down to a depth of 103 metres. The water temperature of the
lake is abnormal. Its basic temperature is about 5.8 degrees Centigrade, which
is about 1.8 degrees Centigrade warmer than other lakes of this type. The name
Toplitzsee probably comes from the Czech word “Teplice" which means
"Warm spring."
From the middle of 1943, until the end of the war, the German Navy had established and operated a secret marine testing facility on the lake. The facility had been set up to test dynamite, explosives, underwater torpedoes, mines and rockets. Using a primitive device, the scientists had even succeeded in launching a rocket from under the surface of the lake.
As the end of the war in
Europe drew to a close, orders were given that numerous items, including
weapons, documents, and counterfeit money, were to be destroyed. Large
quantities, of these items, were subsequently packed into wooden crates, and
then placed into the dark murky waters of the lake.
Several hundred documents were destroyed in this way. Torpedoes and crates of ammunition were disposed of in a similar manner. Large quantities of counterfeit money, and the printing presses that produced the forged notes, were also deposited into the lake. Rumours began to spread regarding buried treasures, and hidden gold bullion.
Over the years following
the War extensive searches have been carried out, but no gold bullion has ever
been discovered.
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In August 2005 I stayed at Lake Grundlsee, a mile or
two from Toplitz.
This is the background and the inspiration that led to
my first novel “The Kammersee Affair”. It is a story of the search for hidden Nazi
gold, but it is much more than that. It is the story of two men, an American
GI, and an SS Major. It is a story of murder, blackmail and revenge.
Excerpt
The story begins in the summer of 1955. Two college friends are at the lake.
The lake was flat and calm with barely a ripple. Its dark waters
glistened, reflecting the moonlight as though it were a mirror. A myriad of
stars shone brightly in a cloudless sky, their shimmering light dancing across
the surface of the water. Around the perimeter of the lake were tall conifer
trees. Slender, and majestic, they grew, stretching high into the air,
competing with each other for the available natural light. Surrounding the lake
were sandy, gravely, banks of earth, which extended down to the water’s edge.
Beyond, the land gently rose up, the slope gradually growing steeper and
steeper, climbing up high along the limestone face to the side of the mountain.
In the moonlight the white limestone glowed eerily, contrasting with the
blackness of the shadows of the trees.
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A young man sat by the water’s edge. He was in his middle twenties,
tall, and slim, with light brown hair. Lying next to him was a discarded oxygen
tank, and a diving mask. He sat contemplating the stillness of the lake. A
stillness that was momentarily disturbed by a fish as it rose to the surface
for air, or to catch an insect. There was no sound, other than the gentle
rustle of the trees, and crickets chirping. Or perhaps the gentle lapping of
the water as it met the shore. Nearby, a frog croaked, and splashed into the
lake. Overhead an owl hooted and then settled down for the night.
The young man stared at the water, and thought of the series of dives
that he and his friend had made that day. Over the past few days they had
gradually worked their way across a section on the northern shore. Today they
had been concentrating on a section to the northeast. The area consisted of a
large clearing which gently sloped down to the edge of the water. It was
reasonably accessible, and looked promising, and they had just started to
investigate the area that day. They had achieved a depth of twenty metres, down
to one of the shallower shelves that lined the perimeter of the lake. Even at
that depth it was still quite dark. Visibility was made even more difficult by
the swirling undercurrents stirring the sediment in the lake.
Fritz Marschall knew
that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many
others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumours that had
been circulating. They had been drawn to the area by tales of hidden treasure,
and buried gold. They were only rumours,
and there wasn’t an ounce of proof, or a shred of evidence to back it up. But
still the rumours persisted, and the attraction was still irresistible.
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John Holt
I was born in Bishops Stortford, Hertfordshire, during
World War 2. Clearly the world had a lot to contend with at that time, so my
coming offered some welcome relief. Whether I had a major influence, or it was
pure coincidence, I shall never know, but the war ended shortly after my birth.
I have always been a half glass full kind of person, and I’m quite positive in
my approach to life. I was brought up on a diet of Rock ‘n’ roll, and only two
TV channels. How did we ever manage I wonder? Programmes like Bilko, and Tony
Hancock helped I guess, and probably accounts for my sense of humour. As a
youngster I wanted to become a doctor, however there was problem, a major
problem. I hated the sight of blood, so eventually I became a land surveyor,
and spent 24 years working in local government. I then set up in private
practice, carrying out property surveys, and preparing architectural drawings.
I guess, like a lot of people I had always wanted to write. In fact for several
years I used to write articles for a couple of blues magazines (sadly no longer
in operation). But I wanted to write a novel.
Hi Mary - thank you the opportunity to be on your blog. I hope your readers enjoy it and are able to leave a comment. I do have some free promo codes for use on Audible.com. Let me know if anyone would like any. Best wishes
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