He eyed her shrewdly. ‘We have more of a chance at finding them than you do.’

She breathed a resigned sigh. ‘Then I suppose I’ve done all I can.’

He nodded. ‘Go back to your carriage and keep your head down. The last thing you need is to attract any attention,’ he glanced at her cuts, bruises, and bandaged forearm, ‘although I suspect you already have?’

Felix nodded. ‘I told them she’d been hit by a car and they searched her belongings, but they seemed content with that.’

Reggie pushed his glasses back up his nose. ‘They’re bullies who like to throw their weight about and frighten children. If you prove to be of no interest they’ll leave you alone, but if they think there’s more to you than meets the eye …’ He looked meaningfully at Roz.

She nodded her understanding. ‘Like my father always used to say, keep yourself to yourself.’

‘Your father sounds like a wise man.’

Roz smiled fleetingly. ‘He is.’

‘I’ll speak to you again when we’re safely across the Channel.’

Roz gave him a small smile of gratitude. ‘Thank you, and I’m sorry to be causing you all this trouble—’

‘Hardly your fault, and I daresay it must have been very frightening waking up in one place, when you expected to be somewhere else.’

‘It was.’ She glanced at Felix. ‘I’m so glad you were there. I don’t know what I’d have done without you, but I rather suspect I’d be on a train back to Berlin with an armed Nazi escort by now!’

A blush tinged his cheeks. ‘Don’t mention it.’ He jerked his head back in the direction of their carriage. ‘Come on.’

As they walked, Roz told Felix about her parents and their plan for a new life in Liverpool working as a tutor and an accountant. They stopped outside their carriage and continued talking. ‘Now you know all about me, but I know nothing about you,’ Roz finished.

Felix shrugged. ‘My story’s nowhere near as exciting as yours. My father was English which is why I can speak it so well. Everything was grand until a few years ago when he had an industrial accident.’ A shadow crossed his face. ‘He never recovered from his injuries, which left Mum a widow. Up until this morning, the two of us lived in a bedsit just outside Berlin. Mum went off to work as usual, and a few hours later our rabbi came to the door, saying the Nazis had arrested her. No explanation as to why, or where they’d taken her. He strongly advised me to get myself onto the Kindertransport in case the Nazis came for me. He said the people who ran the Kindertransport might consider me an orphan seeing as how my father had died when I was twelve and my mother was now gone … and here I am.’