Enigma Page #4

Take and eat this in remembrance|that Christ died for you.

Thank you for your note.

I take it it's about Claire.|Have you heard anything?

She hasn't turned up,|if that's what you mean.

- But you've got something.|- Take this and eat this in remembrance|that Christ died for you.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

The body of our Lord,|Jesus Christ, which was given freely.

Preserve my body and soul--

ADU is the call sign|of Nachtrichten, Regiment 537...

a motorized German|Army signals unit based...

in the Ukraine.

Its messages are encoded in the standard|cipher for the Russian campaign.

- We call it Kestrel.|- Kestrel.

Seven messages|with the call sign ADU...

were intercepted|in March and April...

not counting the last four|on April the 17th, which you found.

I've written down the dates|and times of interception.

A spy doesn't steal the enemy's signals.|And anyway, they were never de--

They were never decoded. Why would|she steal four messages she can't read?

She must have stolen them|to read them.

She stole them to read them.|But there's no way she could have.

- Why not?|- She couldn't. It just--

Just take my word for it.

God preserve me.|Another one.

I seem to move, Mr Jericho,|in an endless round...

from one patronizing male|to another...

forever being told what I am|and what I am not allowed to know.

Well, that ends here.

So, what would she need|to read them?

I'm sorry.|You can't ask me that.

But you can ask me to sneak|into the Index Room and risk|getting hung up by my thumbs.

- Good morning.|- Cheerio, then.

Oh, Chr-- Miss Wallace.

Miss Wallace!

She'd need--|She'd need a Typex machine.

Every day, our Typex machines|have to be set...

the same way the Germans|set their Enigmas.

Otherwise, you just get|nonsense from nonsense.

And working out each day's settings|is the hard part.

That's where|the code breakers come in.

- How?|- Well, you-- you need a crib.

- I'll see you later, then.|- Suppose that gravestone was in code.

If I knew who was buried here, more|or less, I'd know what the code meant.

That's a crib.

And when you've set the machine,|you type in the coded message.

If it comes out nonsense,|the settings are wrong.

If it comes out|''Mary Jane Hawkins''...

you've broken Enigma for that day.

Why would Claire get hold of the|Kestrel settings for April the 17th?

She couldn't have,|unless she had help.

Kestrel would be fiiled in Hut 6.

It's your hut.

So now I'm a traitor too.

Well, maybe she got access|to one of the Typex machines from you.

Typex girls work around the clock.

Sorry.

Stuck.

Look.

The fiirst seven ADUs were decoded.

Now, what happens|to decoded messages?

They get written into the German book.|That's Claire's job.

Then what?

Well, then they get fiiled with|everything else in the main registry.

- Ever been in there?|- Once or twice to check some--

No. No, no, no, no.

Oh, dear, would you like some tea?

- Reference or loan?|- Reference.

- Section?|- Hut 6. Control.

- What are they?|- Kestrel intercepts, March and April.

- He's been a dark horse, hasn't he?|- Hmm. Surprise a minute.

But there are complications.

Sorry to have been so long.

I've never come across this before.

- The fiile was empty?|- There was a typewritten note...

dated April the 17th...

referring all inquiries|to the Offiice of the Director General.

And that night, four fiinal ADU|messages got in under the wire...

never deciphered, never fiiled...

taken home by Claire and hidden.

Who is the Director General?

Chief of the Special|Intelligence Service.

And he gets his orders straight|from the prime minister.

We're stuck again.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I've got the hang|of this detective work.

But l've been told|that everything's oay

You're out of bounds!

- Mr Mermagen.|- What are you doing?

Can you help me?

Machine Room needs the Kestrel settings|for the last couple of weeks.

They've found a batch of intercepts|fallen behind a desk.

- They've done what?|- I know.

But please don't tell.|It was actually a friend of mine.

Ah, you girls.

You know, I should really|report you for this...

but--

One good turn|deserves another, hmm?

Why, Mr Mermagen.

What will your wife say?

The Kestrel settings|for the whole of March and April.

Christ.

So, at least there's still|a chance we can read the ones|you found in Claire's bedroom.

- I've burnt them.|- You what?

Hello, Tom.|Mind if we join you?

- You can't m-m-m-mean it.|- Well, of course I mean it.

Drowning herself was Virginia Woolf's|greatest contribution|to English literature.

- Actually, we were just leaving.|- Waste not, want not.

Whale meat.|Brain food, Tom.

- You burned them!|- I had a close call with that lounge|lizard Wigram from Special Intelligence.

I panicked. But the worst of it is,|I could have read them.

- How?|- I didn't need a Typex machine.

We've got a real Enigma|in the museum.

- Well, when did you fiind that out?|- Well, I knew. I just-- I just forgot.

You forgot?

And you're the genius.

You know, I won a newspaper|crossword competition.

I beat two men. All three of us|were recruited for Bletchley.

They're cryptanalysts now.

And I'm a glorifiied fiile clerk.

'Course, if I'd been a daddy's girl|from some posh fiinishing school--

God, look, it's time|to go back on shift.

- You?|- Not for a bit.

Right.

Did she ever say anything about me?

Well, she must like you.

The way she talks about the others--

A bus load, you said?

The Romilly effect.

One look, and they're ''Romillied.''

Who was she seeing?|I only mean it might be a way forward.

- I know what you think about me.|- No, you don't.

Well, I feel like an idiot.

And you aren't the one standing here|with the Kestrel settings|stuffed into your knickers.

Look, I don't know|who she was seeing...

and I really think|we'd better call this a day.

Don't you?

Bye, then.

Miss Wallace.

I haven't been lookin'|to the right or left...

so there's something|I didn't see clearly.

What's that?

That you're a remarkable--

I think you're simply wonderful.

Tom, nice of you to turn up.

- Look, I don't know|what Skynner's been saying.|- Shut the door.

He wants you out.

''Send him back to Cambridge,|and this time make the bugger walk.''

I got you the rail pass.

- Not now!|- No, you can't do that, Guy. Tell them|you want to give me a couple of days.

- Why?|- To see if I can fiind a way|back into Shark.

Tom, it was you that announced|that it couldn't be done in four days.

It was you that made Skynner look|a fool in front of his clients.

Now you want me to go back and|tell him-- Piss off, for God's sake!

Sorry, Guy. Hello, Thomas.|You'd better come and hear this.

Two long signals from U-boat|headquarters in the last 12 hours.

One just before midnight,|one just after. Rebroadcast twice.

- Then nothing.|U-boat fleet is on radio silence.|- Christ.

They're on battle stations.

Say 12 U-boats 20 miles apart...

possibly two lines,|possibly three.

An ambush covering|hundreds of miles of ocean.

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