It isn't true.

This is your one chance. It is getting late, so shall I turn out… Recognize him, Hagen? No, I'm not. This is a thousand to one shot. It was a golden warm you once. No sir. Nobody's gonna come here looking for us. Thanks, but I'll be eating out. Now, listen to me, Miss Thompson. Get out of here. Well, then. Is something bothering you? Then they'll send the gold through. No end of little Habsburg Bonapartes.