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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. A Wartime Secret
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Dear Reader …
  58. Keep Reading …
  59. About the Publisher

He moved over to his desk, sat down and fixed her with a steady gaze. ‘I can’t make any promises,’ he said, firmly, ‘but I could do my best to find out your mother’s whereabouts. What do you say?’

Maggie’s heart lifted. ‘Could you?’

‘I could make a few telephone calls, call in a few favours.’ He picked up a pen and started to scribble some notes.

Maggie thought she might burst with hope and happiness. He’d do it, she had no doubt; he was a marvel.

He stopped writing and looked up at her, pen poised over the sheet of paper. ‘Did your mother have to go before a tribunal?’

Maggie nodded. A letter had come, summoning Mutti to a meeting. When she’d returned, she wouldn’t speak about it. All she would say was that there was nothing to worry about.

Then the coppers had arrived and taken her away.

Lord Ashford made a few notes. ‘I should warn you, Miss Corbett,’ he said, ‘that some internees are being sent overseas. To Canada and Australia, places like that.’

Maggie felt the blood drain from her face. But that was the other side of the world! No, that couldn’t be true. She might never see Mutti again.

‘I know, it’s a blow,’ he said, gently. ‘But I wanted to be honest with you. Here, write down your mother’s details. Name, date of birth, date she was taken. Then I’ll tell you why I want your help.’

When she’d finished writing, Lord Ashford leaned back in his chair and made a steeple with his hands. ‘If the Nazis invade, Miss Corbett, it wouldn’t do any harm to know a little German. I might be able to negotiate or at least understand something of what they were saying. I’d be on their hit list, that’s a certainty.’

Maggie frowned. She couldn’t think for a moment why he might be of interest to the Nazis but the moment had passed. In any case, it wasn’t her place to ask him.

‘In the Home Guard,’ he continued, ‘I believe they’re taught a few simple German phrases but I want to learn more than “Hände hoch!”’ He smiled. ‘And, if we win the war – much more likely, please don’t look so vexed – then I might be asked to go to Germany. I could do some good. But none of this can happen unless I speak the language. Do you see?’

She nodded.