Roz stared at him agog. ‘Weren’t you worried?’

He nodded fervently. ‘Of course I was, still am, but what can I do? I don’t have a clue where they’ve taken her, and even if I did, she’d not thank me for getting myself arrested.’

‘What about when all this is over? How will she know where to find you?’

‘Our rabbi will let her know that I’m in England, alive and well.’ He patted his trouser pocket. ‘I’ve got his address so we can keep in touch. He’s been helping out with the Kindertransport, which is how he knew about it. He said he’d do his best to find out where they took Mum and get word to her.’

‘You’re lucky to have him,’ said Roz. ‘We had to keep everything quiet. No one knew about our plan to leave, so no one will know we had an accident, or that I’ve been separated from my parents.’

‘I reckon that man you spoke to, Reggie Jones, is a good sort. He’ll do his best to reunite you …’ He eyed her quizzically. ‘I must say, I’ve never seen you in our synagogue. Did you say you came from Frankfurt?’

Roz looked downcast. ‘That’s it, we don’t live in Berlin. We drove there …’

He looked surprised. ‘What were you doing in Berlin? Surely they have railway stations in Frankfurt?’

She nodded grimly. ‘Dad worried that the soldiers might head for our local station and cut us off before we had a chance to board a train, so he thought we should leave from Berlin instead.’

‘Forward thinking – pity it went wrong at the last minute, although who knows? If you had tried to catch a train from Frankfurt you might be on your way to one of the camps.’

Roz felt an unpleasant sensation in her stomach. ‘A scary thought indeed. I’m so lucky that woman came to my rescue …’ A line furrowed her brow. ‘Only, she couldn’t have seen me getting run over because I wasn’t, was I?’

Felix opened the carriage door and sat back in his seat. ‘I’ve been thinking about that. There’s more than one Volkswagen in Berlin – perhaps you and your parents were waiting to cross the road when another car just like yours knocked you down?’

Roz shook her head and winced. ‘Only that can’t be right. I don’t remember getting out of the car, or … or anything! The last I remember was driving away from Frankfurt; I don’t think it was long after we left before I fell asleep.’

He shrugged. ‘You’ve taken a fair crack to your head; it would be understandable if you’d forgotten some of the events leading up to your coming round.’