It is ten days since we got here. No goggles for Beryl, or for me, though Maddie had her own. How do you claim the expense? It was the first time the accumulated damage has really been on display and I wish he would have looked at his masterpiece — at my arms particularly — also the first time I have been able to stand in a while, which I wanted to show off to him. But she flew it first. The Gestapo use the ground floor and 2 mezzanines for their own accommodation and offices, and it is all kept in beautiful condition.
It is a direct translation of her surname, Engel, from the German. The Englishman must tell the captain of other things. Miss Penn offered a cigarette to von Linden, who waved it away in disdain. Not without someone giving me the coordinates. I count as a spy.
I stopped that straight away. Paul introduced all the lads of the reception committee — not by their real names of course. A rescue squad was despatched. If they have got Julie and they show her that picture, it will be a gift. Unlike me, she has an excellent sense of direction.
The Nazi secret police, something else it makes me sick to think about. Well, they can be Fear Number 9. Part 1 Verity Ormaie 8. Anyway, I have decided to do without my slip, which also saves me the trouble of stripping again to put it on, and in exchange for the last code set I have bought myself a supply of ink and paperand some time. But I look at all the dark and twisted roads ahead and this is the easy one, the obvious one. .
I'm putting it down to keep it straight in my own mind. About the paraffin, kerosene, whatever it is. But here in France it happens to ordinary people too. With the plane at three hundred feet she and Beryl could see every detail of the machine in miniature: every wire, every strut of its pair of canvas wings, the flicker of the wooden propeller blades as they spun ineffectively in the wind. That is the plane Maddie was flying when she dropped me here. The photographer took three shots and began to laugh.
That terrible charred corpse was wearing my clothes, bone and leather fused into the shattered cockpit in my place. It was the first time the accumulated damage has really been on display, and I wish he would have looked at his masterpieceat my arms particularlyalso the first time I have been able to stand in a while, which I wanted to show off to him. But my photographs are being taken by an official Gestapo-employed French photographer! Maddie discovers that Julie will be transported, along with other prisoners, so Damask sets up an ambush to free them. On Friday there was a flurry of outrage in the evening paper because as soon as she was released from hospital, she started giving joyrides in her other aeroplane a Dragon Rapide — how clever am I , while the Puss Moth was being mended. Maddie said it was like having a ringside seat at the circus.
Oh, how strange this war is, mirabile dictu — the wee Scots wireless set, I mean operator, is still nursing small, hidden, nasty short circuits got during her savagely inhuman interrogation — yet she can keep a straight face as she sits beneath the Venetian chandelier with the American Penn and the Germans Engel and von Linden, sharing cognac and complaining about the French! Maddie slowed the bike to a putter and finally had to stop. Being a kid and worrying that a bomb might kill you is terrible. She will make up an operator and a destination for every single one of those phoney radios, and the frequencies and code sets to go with it. I could just about manage the French. I left them here so as not to have them on me if I was caught during the 50-mile trek to the landing field.
At this point I became so deeply suspicious of everyone in the room that I could not remember what I was supposed to say. It performs basic functions only now. Here is the deal we made. I am utterly and completely damned. Send you anything — little things? At this point, I purposefully put out my cigarette against my own palm. This is how close I am to the Ormaie Gestapo — the photographer could hand me over with the pictures. Penn shrugged, nodding, with her mouth twisting sceptically and her eyebrows raised.
I shall now arrest her as a spy. Maddie covered him up with her mug of cocoa and thought about the quickest way to get to Catton Park Aerodrome. The warmth and dignity of my flannel skirt and woolly jumper are worth far more to me now than patriotism or integrity. It is the best thing I have seen in the last two weeks. But now I know I am a coward. One of the first items on the very long list I have been given to think about including in my confession is Location of British Airfields for Invasion of Europe. They saw a girl killed and Amélie recognised her from her school, though the girl had been a few years ahead of Amélie and had already finished — what if it had been Beryl? No one ever hears of them again.
Glad to have these notes back. Anyway I have decided to do without my slip, which also saves me the trouble of stripping again to put it on, and in exchange for the last code set I have bought myself a supply of ink and paper — and some time. It will take a long time. She has made a deal with the Nazi in charge at the prison - a man named von Linden - that she will write down everything she knows about the British war. It was waiting for me in my cell when they finally untied me at the end of that dreadful three days, though I was incapable of getting the damned thing on at first; but even just dragged over top of me like a shawl it was comforting. All the pressure was gone.