“You think there’ll be a revolution?”
“Something of the sort. But, worse than that, the country itself will fall apart. Rumania cannot preserve her great fortune. She has been too foolish and too weak. As for our chances …” He laughed again. “They depend on knowing when to get away.”
Guy took Harriet’s arm. “We’ll get away all right.”
She said: “We’ll get away because we must. The great fortune is life. We must preserve it.”
They turned from the map of France with the swastika at its centre and walked home through the empty streets.
Ok, I'm hooked, and I really cannot remember the last time I was hooked by a story that had no discernible plot whatsoever.