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‘Well, you don’t have your destination or the obstacles ’

‘She’s not flown to France at night,’ Jaued, and bit his lip

‘You made her fly to France,’ said his sister

Jaoddess-like Special Operations officer as there to oversee Queenie’s packing, and the RAF police sergeant, and the other agents ere flying out that night, watched with interest

Jamie played his ace

‘There’s no one to authorise the flight’

‘Ring the Bloody Machiavellian English Intelligence Officer’

‘He’s got no Air Ministry authority’

ATA First Officer Brodatt made her move at last, and truht,’ she said, ‘I can authorise ither CO to let hiers froave her pero

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Nacht und Nebel, night and fog Eva Seiler is going to fry in hell Oh – I wish I had so But I don’t see how I can finish this story and keep Eva secret I did proive hiiving her identity aill change my fate much, whatever it is

Because I’d written such a lot the day before yesterday it has taken a while for Hauptsturht up on the translation, and he and Engel (or so without ht I have still not quite slept off the excesses of that day and was out cold at 3 am or whenever it was that he came in – but woke instantly when the padlocks and bolts onsequence of thuds and clicks, as it always fills me with the most curious mixture of wild hope and sick dread when they unlock h air raids more than once, but when my door is unlocked I am instantly On My Guard

I stood up It is pointless backing against the wall, and I have stopped bothering about my hair But the Wallace in me still makes me want to face the enemy on my feet

It was von Linden of course – I almost want to say ‘as usual’ as he often comes in now to chat briefly with me about German literature when he’s finished work I think it is the only self-indulgence of his day’s strict routine – Parzival as a nightcap, to clear his mind of the blood that flecks the silver pips on his black collar patches When he stands in ive hiested he needs to take modern writers like Hesse and Mann more seriously How those schoolboys of his, back in Berlin, would love Narziß und Goldmund!)

So – a visit not wholly unexpected, only last night it was not ‘as usual’ – he was alight Animation and colour in his face, his hands locked behind his back so I could not see the – I am wise to such evasive tactics) He threw the door wide so ation room and uttered in disbelief, ‘Eva Seiler?’

He had only just found out

‘You lie,’ he accused

Why the hell would I lie about that? I’m Eva Seiler Ha ha, not really

You knoas astonished he had heard of me, that he seemed to knoho Eva Seiler is I’ll bet it was that imbecilic Kurt Kiefer who spilled the beans on her, back in Paris blabbing about his conquests Ugh, that ridiculous proposal I warned theent even before we decided to arrest him