5 July 19 Abergavenny, South Wales Under a gunmetal sky threatening more rain, Bernie strode through the damp grounds. He carried a heavy briefcase and wore his best Savile Row tweed jacket and dark green kilt; his mothers side of the family being Stuart, he felt more at ease blending in that day. He pulled his pocket watch from his vest. On time and on target. A brisk black Jaguar sedan missing a hubcap pulled up to the gate house; Bernie waited. Royal Army Guards saluted. Suddenly alongside Bernie was MI6 chief Stewart Menzies and his adjutant Royal Navy Rear Admiral Sykes-Picot, his silent escorts. They walked with purpose. All three men had questions that needed answers from their special prisoner held at secure Maindiff Court Hospital; all three had an agenda. An axe to grind. Walking inside the unassuming red brick building, Menzies signed them in at the main desk. Rodgers, heres the file. Read it fast. Bernie did as ordered.^/ last, he thought. On May 10,1941, Deputy Fuhrer Rudolph Hess flew his personal long-range twin-engine Messerschmitt Me-110 with special drop tanks to South Lanarkshire, Scotland, to meet with a fellow aviator, the Duke of Hamilton at Dungavel House. The official story leaked to the London press was that an ill-fated peace mission had been attempted, one that might end Britains involvement in the war so that Hitler could invade Russia unfettered. A mission that failed when Hess, an experienced pilot, strangely ran out of fuel in the dark and bailed out. After his arrest and public denouncement by the Duke, Hess was quoted as saying that it had still been the proudest moment of his life. Why, was unclear to all. Winston Churchill had stated publicly he was not interested in any peace negotiation, especially since London had been recently bombed with thousands of civilian lives lost.