Contents (71)
- Contents
- London—26 October 1940
- London—7 May 1945
- London—26 October 1940
- Bethnal Green—June 1944
- London—26 October 1940
- Kent—April 1944
- London—27 October 1940
- London—November 1940
- Kent—April 1944
- Golders Green—July 1944
- London—November 1940
- Kent—April 1944
- London—November 1940
- London—November 1940
- Oxford—April 2060
- Bletchley—November 1940
- Dulwich—Summer 1944
- London—November 1940
- Bletchley—December 1940
- Dulwich—Summer 1944
- London—December 1940
- Oxford—April 2060
- London—December 1940
- Saltram-on-Sea—December 1940
- London—December 1940
- London—December 1940
- London—29 December 1940
- St. Paul’s Cathedral—29 December 1940
- St. Paul’s Cathedral—29 December 1940
- Ludgate Hill—29 December 1940
- Blackfriars Tube Station—29 December 1940
- St. Paul’s Cathedral—29 December 1940
- The City—29 December 1940
- St. Bartholomew’s Hospital—30 December 1940
- St. Paul’s Cathedral—30 December 1940
- Croydon—October 1944
- London—Winter 1941
- London—Winter 1941
- Croydon—October 1944
- London—Winter 1941
- London—7 May 1945
- London—Winter 1941
- London—Winter 1941
- London—Winter 1941
- London—Winter 1941
- Kent—April 1944
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- Dover—April 1944
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- Wales—May 1944
- London—Spring 1941
- London—May 1944
- London—Spring 1941
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- Kent—June 1944
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- Kent—October 1944
- London—Spring 1941
- Croydon—October 1944
- London—Spring 1941
- London—Spring 1941
- London—Spring 1941
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- London—19 April 1941
- London—19 April 1941
- Imperial War Museum, London—7 May 1995
- London—7 May 1945
- London—19 April 1941
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
He made it just past the corner before he collapsed, falling to his knees.
Colin was right. He said I’d get into trouble, he thought. I should have let him come with me. And he must have been unconscious for a few minutes, because when he opened his eyes, it was nearly light and the rain had stopped. He got heavily to his feet and then stood there a moment, looking confused. What had he—?
Oxford, he thought. I must get back to Oxford. And started down the hill to Blackfriars to take the tube to Paddington Station to catch the train.
The rain it raineth every day.
—WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,
TWELFTH NIGHT
London—December 1940
MIKE STARED AT POLLY, SITTING THERE ON THE STEPS OF the Albert Memorial. “You were the historian we were talking about that day in Oxford?” he said angrily. “The one we couldn’t believe Mr. Dunworthy would let do something so dangerous?”
Polly nodded.
“Which means your deadline’s not April second, 1945. It’s what? When did the V-1 attacks start?”
“A week after D-Day.”
“A week—in 1944?”
“Yes. June thirteenth.”
“Jesus.” VE-Day had been bad enough, but D-Day was only three and a half years away, and if the slippage had increased enough for Dunworthy to be canceling drops right and left … “Why didn’t Dunworthy cancel your assignment if you had a deadline?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Polly said.
“But if he didn’t, then perhaps he was changing the order for some other reason,” Eileen suggested. “Because he was putting the less dangerous ones first or something. The Reign of Terror was more dangerous than the storming of the Bastille, wasn’t it? And Pearl Harbor was more dangerous than—”
She stopped, flustered, and looked down at Mike’s foot.
“It would have been more dangerous,” Mike said, “if I’d gone to Dover like I was supposed to. Eileen’s right, Polly. The assignments could have been switched for lots of reasons. And the fact that they didn’t cancel yours is a good sign Oxford doesn’t think you’re in danger.”
“And her seeing me at VE-Day might be a good sign, too. I could have gone there after we got back to Oxford. Because Mr. Dunworthy felt badly about our having been trapped. He knows I’ve always wanted to go to VE-Day.”
You may get your wish, Mike thought grimly.
He looked at Polly, who hadn’t said anything. Her expression was guarded, wary, as if there was still something she hadn’t told them, and he thought about her saying, “You asked me if I’d been to Bletchley Park.” Could she still be lying to them and carefully answering exactly what they asked and nothing else?
“Is the V-1 assignment your only one to World War Two?” he asked, and Eileen looked, horrified, at him and then Polly.
“Is it?” he pressed her. “Or did you go to Pearl Harbor? Or the end of the Blitz?” he asked, remembering she’d known all about those attacks, too.
“No,” she said, and looked like she was telling the truth. But then, he’d thought she was telling the truth before.