Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Prologue
- Part One: Autumn 1939
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Part Two: Spring 1940
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Three: Summer 1940
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Epilogue
- Historical Note
‘I knew what it meant as soon as I saw it,’ he went on. ‘Mrs Baron went very quiet after Michael went missing, though. The deliveries to London seemed to stop altogether, so there was no chance of catching her red-handed. And you won’t believe the trouble I had trying to get a warrant to search a magistrate’s house. It was only after your sister came to the police station yesterday and Michael was arrested that we were finally granted permission to search the property.
‘We found some papers belonging to her late husband; a Nazi flag, which they were intending on flying from their window in the event of an invasion; a radio, and a set of instructions for signalling to the U-boat. That note had yesterday’s date on it. When I saw that the lighthouse was indeed part of her plan, I came up to the Castle straight away. And the rest you know, Petra.’
‘Yes.’ The rest I knew.
I watched a young seagull launching into the air, gliding all the way down from the top of the lighthouse, over the raw edge of the cliff.
It had been hard to get used to that new gap on the clifftop where the bomb had fallen. It reminded me of the jagged tear across the middle of our family tree – Pa and Mutti ripped away from us, just the daughters left behind, so close to the edge . . .
‘Do you think they will ever let Mutti come home?’ I said.
‘At some point. Provided the authorities believe she is no threat to security. It seems that her cousin in the Gestapo was killed by resistance fighters in France last month.’
I took in a little sharp breath. ‘You knew about him?’
‘Yes.’ He nodded. ‘And I know that your mother’s communication with him was entirely innocent. It seemed that she was still fond of the little boy she remembered from childhood; she had no idea about the sort of man he had become. It would really be something if her annual Christmas card message of Frohe Weihnachten! turned out to be some kind of complex code.’ The lines of his face folded into a smile. ‘Your mother was convinced that Magda was in trouble – did you know that? She had asked her where she was going so early in the mornings and Magda had lied to her – said she was working on the motor boat at the harbour.’
‘She didn’t want us to know about Michael.’
‘No.’
It was all making sense now. ‘Mutti suspected Mags had got involved with something bad, didn’t she? That was why she wanted us both to be evacuated.’
‘Yes.’
‘And that was why she confessed to being a spy. She had no idea it was Pa who’d actually sent the documents – she assumed it must be Mags. She was trying to protect her.’
‘That’s right.’