“I know he’s here, Binnie—”

“Not Binnie. Dolores. Like Dolores del Rio. The film star,” she added unnecessarily.

“Dolores,” Eileen said through gritted teeth. “I know Alf is in there. I just heard his voice.” She tried to peer past Binnie into the room, but all she could see was a line of not-very-clean-looking washing.

“No, ’e ain’t. There ain’t nobody ’ere but Mum and me. And Mum’s asleep.” Her eyes narrowed. “What d’you want with Alf? ’E ain’t in trouble, is ’e?”

Very probably, Eileen thought. “No,” she said. “Do you remember that map Alf uses to do his planespotting?” She spoke loudly so Alf could hear her from inside the flat, and noticed Binnie didn’t shush her on behalf of her sleeping mother.

“Alf never stole it,” Binnie said, instantly defensive. “You give it ’im.”

“I know,” Eileen said. “I—”

“It’s ’is planespottin’ map,” Binnie said, and Eileen was surprised Alf didn’t pop up to chime in in his own defense. Was he hiding? Or had he gone out the window? She wouldn’t put either past him.

“Binnie—Dolores—no one’s accusing Alf of stealing it.”

“Then why’re you takin’ it back?”

“I’m not. I only want to borrow it, so I can look at something.”

“At what?” Binnie asked suspiciously. “You ain’t a Nazi spy, are you?”

“No. I need to look for the town where a friend of mine lives. I’ve forgotten the name.”

“Then ’ow can you look for it?”

Eileen knew from experience that this sort of back-and-forth could go on all day. “I’ll give you this if you’ll lend me the map,” she said, showing her the film-star magazine.

Binnie looked interested. “Is Dolores del Rio in it?”

Eileen had no idea. “Yes,” she lied, “and lots of other good names—Barbara and Claudette and—”

“I dunno,” Binnie said doubtfully. “Alf’d be awful mad if ’e found out. S’pose ’e needs to do some planespotting?”

“If you’ll let me in, I could look at the map here,” Eileen said, but that had the opposite effect from what she’d expected.

“I dunno where it is. I’ll wager Mum threw it out,” Binnie said, and tried to shut the door.

Eileen put her hand on it to stop her. “Then wake your mother and tell her I’m here,” she said, “and I’ll ask her,” and was surprised to see Binnie look frightened.

“I got to go now.” Binnie glanced behind her and tried to pull the door to.

“No, wait!” Eileen said. “Binnie, is anything wrong?”

“No. I got to go.”

“Wait, don’t you want your film magazine?” Eileen asked, and the sound of an air-raid siren starting up suddenly filled the corridor. “What—?” She looked frightenedly up at the ceiling. Polly’d said there hadn’t been any raids over the East End today. She’d said there hadn’t been any daytime raids at all. And it was only half past three.

“Binnie! Where’s the nearest shelter?” she cried, but Binnie had already drawn her head in and shut the door.