With this, Sibbie felt she had learned her first lesson, and that Marjie was more prepared than she was for what might lie in store for them. Feeling a little ashamed of herself, she left the subject alone. ‘That would be lovely.’

As Marjie got up to order, Sibbie had the strange feeling that a change had already taken place in her cousin and her best friend in the world. It was as if she was saying, ‘I’m ready.’ Sibbie wondered if she should feel like that, instead of having this excited feeling of a great adventure opening up to her. But then it was an adventure, and surely that was a better way of looking at what might lie ahead for them, as it would mean they accepted whatever they were getting into.

Shrugging her shoulders, she decided that however Marjie wanted to deal with whatever lay in store for them, she would respect it. One thing she did know: both of them wanted – no, longed – for this to lead to them working in France. How, and as what, she didn’t know; her imagination would only show her the terrifying world of an undercover agent. Am I up to that? Something told Sibbie that she would soon find out.

On the overnight train to Scotland, they found themselves in a carriage on their own and were at last able to chat, as there had been no time once they arrived at the boarding house, having had to wait longer for their meal than they had anticipated.

‘My impression was that we are to be tested to our limits, Sibbie. And if we get through, I think it is certain that we will be working undercover. Why else would such secrecy surround our future?’

‘Yes, I’ve come to that conclusion, and it frightens me.’

‘I think that to be frightened is good. It gives you an edge and keeps you on your toes. I’m desperate to succeed. Even if we don’t go to France, I will stand a good chance of getting information as part of an undercover movement.’

‘I am desperate, too, for the same reason and the possibility of being able to contact Paulo.’

‘Oh dear, do you think our motives are the wrong ones?’

Sibbie thought about this for a moment. ‘Marjie, I think they may be, but strong motivation is a good thing.’

‘Yes, I can see that.’

‘Then I can’t see us failing. Let’s try to get some sleep, eh? It’s been a long day.’ With this, Sibbie put her rucksack on the bench seat opposite, to use as a pillow, and unfolded the blanket that had been left for her use. Marjie did the same.