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Contents ( 68)
  1. Characters
  2. Principal characters:
  3. Other characters:
  4. Prologue
  5. Lincoln, England, September 1945
  6. Chapter 1
  7. London and Dijon, France, November 1943
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Nazi-Occupied Netherlands, May 1944
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Germany, March 1945
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Germany, July 1945
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Munich, August 1945
  16. Chapter 6
  17. London, September 1945
  18. Chapter 7
  19. England, September 1945
  20. Chapter 8
  21. Paris, September 1945
  22. Chapter 9
  23. Paris, September 1945
  24. Chapter 10
  25. London and Berlin, September 1945
  26. Chapter 11
  27. Berlin, September 1945
  28. Chapter 12
  29. Frankfurt, Germany, October 1945
  30. Chapter 13
  31. Germany, October 1945
  32. Chapter 14
  33. London, October 1945
  34. Chapter 15
  35. Germany, October 1945
  36. Chapter 16
  37. London, October 1945
  38. Chapter 17
  39. Berlin, November 1945
  40. Chapter 18
  41. England, November 1945
  42. Chapter 19
  43. Austria, November 1945
  44. Chapter 20
  45. Berlin, December 1945
  46. Chapter 21
  47. England, December 1945
  48. Chapter 22
  49. Austria, December 1945
  50. Chapter 23
  51. Germany, December 1945
  52. Chapter 24
  53. Austria and Italy, December 1945
  54. Chapter 25
  55. England, December 1945
  56. Chapter 26
  57. Trieste, Austria, and Berlin, December 1945
  58. Chapter 27
  59. Berlin and Austria, December 1945
  60. Chapter 28
  61. England, December 1945
  62. Chapter 29
  63. Italy, December 1945
  64. Epilogue
  65. Author’s Note
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Alex Gerlis
  68. Copyright

‘I’ve given my man the evening off, so we’re alone until…’ their host glanced at his wristwatch, ‘ten thirty. That gives us two hours – more than enough time. You followed my instructions to the letter, I hope?’

‘Yes, Admiral, absolutely.’ Bourne’s breathing was still heavy.

‘And I trust you didn’t go anywhere near the front of the house or onto the lane? The bastards are still watching me, you know: I don’t know whether it’s MI5 or Special Branch, I think they maybe take it in turns. In the two years since I was released from prison, I don’t think they’ve missed a day.’

Bourne and Ridgeway both tutted and shook their heads. The two men had known the Admiral for some time and admired him enormously. As Bourne had said to Ridgeway during their otherwise silent drive up, the man was remarkable. To have someone of his stature and vision still involved in what remained of their movement had been an inspiration. Had it been a lesser person, they doubted the movement would have lasted much beyond 1939.

As it was, his loyalty to the cause had survived the test of the outbreak of war and indeed the difficult few months leading up to it. After the destruction of the synagogues in Germany in March 1938, many lesser folk had left the movement, but the Admiral had set a steadfast example for those resolved to stand by Germany. His network in Britain was impressive, as was people’s loyalty to him. Even more impressive were the contacts he had in Germany, which he’d managed to maintain both before and after his imprisonment.

They’d discussed the injustice of his imprisonment too. Defence Regulation 18B was a scandal, far worse than anything Nazi Germany was being accused of. It was used to throw patriots like the Admiral into prison – in his case for two years – without trial. It did rather vindicate though what the Admiral always said: that the war had been engineered by the Jews and the communists for their own benefit, and Germany should have been seen as Britain’s ally.

‘Notwithstanding the risk inherent in you coming here, I thought it would be useful for us to be clear as to where we are: we cannot afford any misunderstandings, can we?’

Both men said ‘No, Admiral’ at the same time, and jumped as a grandfather clock noisily struck nine o’clock.

‘Don’t worry about that; it’s five minutes fast. Well done for getting Palmer out of the country – and with all the money too.’

‘Much of that credit is due to Myrtle: for a woman she is remarkably calm and well organised. As far as we understand, they’ve left Turin and should be in Trieste any time now.’

‘And no sign of them being followed on the journey?’

‘Not as far as she’s aware. As you know, the plan is that once they get to Trieste, they’ll meet up with Friedrich, Ulrich and whoever else is there, and then catch the boat, which we understand you know more about than us.’