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Chapters (82)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Part 1
  4. Flight Lieutenant James G. Beaufort-Stuart:
  5. Louisa Adair:
  6. Volunteer Ellen McEwen:
  7. Jamie:
  8. Louisa:
  9. Ellen:
  10. Jamie:
  11. Louisa:
  12. Ellen:
  13. Louisa:
  14. Ellen:
  15. Ellen:
  16. Jamie:
  17. Part 2
  18. Ellen:
  19. Louisa:
  20. Jamie:
  21. Ellen:
  22. Jamie:
  23. Louisa:
  24. Jamie:
  25. Ellen:
  26. Louisa:
  27. Ellen:
  28. Louisa:
  29. Jamie:
  30. Louisa:
  31. Ellen:
  32. Jamie:
  33. Louisa:
  34. Jamie:
  35. Louisa:
  36. Part 3
  37. Jamie:
  38. Louisa:
  39. Jamie:
  40. Ellen:
  41. Jamie:
  42. Louisa:
  43. Jamie:
  44. Ellen:
  45. Jamie:
  46. Louisa:
  47. Jamie:
  48. Louisa:
  49. Ellen:
  50. Jamie:
  51. Ellen:
  52. Louisa:
  53. Ellen:
  54. Jamie:
  55. Part 4
  56. Louisa:
  57. Jamie:
  58. Louisa:
  59. Jamie:
  60. Ellen:
  61. Louisa:
  62. Ellen:
  63. Louisa:
  64. Jamie:
  65. Ellen:
  66. Louisa:
  67. Ellen:
  68. Louisa:
  69. Ellen:
  70. Louisa:
  71. Ellen:
  72. Louisa:
  73. Jamie:
  74. Louisa:
  75. Jamie:
  76. Discover More
  77. Author’s Declaration of Accountability
  78. Further reading:
  79. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  80. About the Author
  81. ALSO BY ELIZABETH WEIN
  82. PRAISE FOR

We swooped back up, avoiding the swinging lighthouse beam. Below us, red and blue light flickered as the Madeira Blenheim and the Ju-88 fired at each other. I saw a burst of orange flame, but it instantly went dark again.

“He’s away!” came Adam Stedman’s triumphant yell. “I think I got an engine. He wasn’t expecting an attack, was he!”

“Think he’ll risk climbing into the cloud and bombing Windyedge on one engine?” Jamie asked sharply.

“Don’t know—hope not—well, I bloody well wouldn’t if it was me. It’s a long way back to Norway on one iced-up engine.”

Over the sea cliffs I saw a warm yellow glow like a great big firefly in the dark. It was a window in the Limehouse, whose blackout curtains were pulled back. The light blazed boldly into the war-torn night at two o’clock in the morning.

“Bloody hell,” cursed Adam Stedman. “That’ll tell them where to aim, if they’re still flying.”

“Someone’s scared of the dark,” Jamie muttered. “I bet I know who.”

He radioed Windyedge and told them to ring the Limehouse and get Mrs. Campbell to “close her bloody curtains.”

Only the double bedrooms faced southeast. Mrs. Campbell would be the first to get in trouble, but it wasn’t her bedroom showing light. Miss Lind’s room had the big bay window.

Jamie:

Stedman and I patrolled for another twenty minutes before we landed. But the bomber didn’t come back, and finally I got Windyedge to light the beacon for us. There wasn’t much gap between cloud and land, but we could see the flashing red light at the end of the runway.

It wasn’t my best landing. But we’d done a hell of a night’s work.

“I hope you haven’t turned into a block of ice,” I called to Louisa as we bounced over the frozen field.

“I’m warm as toast!” she lied through chattering teeth.

Wonderful Louisa!

HOLD GREEN LIGHT AWAIT FOG

What if she hadn’t been along, putting the puzzle pieces together?

We’d have landed, and the Ju-88 would have seen the beacon and followed us in.

All the B-Flight Blenheims would have been lined up on the ground beneath the bombs.

Ellen:

I spent most of the night worrying that Texas Sunshine would freeze to death in the back of the Tilly, so I sat freezing with him to make sure he didn’t.