The Spy in Black Page #2

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Right, madam. We know you.

- Miss Anne Burnett?

- Yes.

- Schoolteacher?

- Yes.

- This picture, it doesn't really do you justice.

- I tought it as good as my other passport photos.

- Destination?

- Longhope.

- Age?

- 21.

- Married or single?

- Engaged.

- Pass...

- Thank you.

- What about tea, Miss?

- Yes, please.

- What time we get to Longhope?

- In about an hour, Miss.

- You're only passenger 'cept for a telephone linesman.

- Thank you.

Fix your pass there.

- Are you in the wire patrol?

- What do you think?

- Six?

- Six.

I'll pass you.

- Fine passage, James?

- You think so, Walter?

For you. All you do is stand on the bridge, but me?

It is a miracle that I keep this old tub coming.

When will we be in port to see them?

- I'll see about that.

- I hope so.

- You're the new teacher?

- Yes.

It'll be a nice change from the last one.

She was called "Wall Eyed Maggie".

- You got a pass?

- Yes.

I'm a special constable, you understand?

See that? "Orkney Constabulary", for the duration.

No one's up or down without me knowing.

- Miss Anne Burnett?

- Yes.

I'll pass you.

Bob Bratt. Come; there's a minister

and his wife who want to meet you.

- Thank you.

- I'll take it.

- Shut that door!

- All right, Pier Master!

This is Rvd. Hector Matthews. My wife.

- How kind to meet me.

- Welcome to Longhope.

We were thinking, you may prefer a room with us

- To living up at the school house.

- That's very kind, but ...

We thought it'd be highly improper

for so young a girl to be on her own.

- I'm accustomed to look after myself.

- Mrs Matthews is a pretty housekeeper.

- You'll find the charge is very reasonable.

- I'm sure of that.

Shall we discuss it some other time?

Good bye.

- Good bye.

- I'll put you on your road, Miss Burnett.

- Shut that door!

- All right, Pier Master!

- 50 feet.

- Pump up 4 auxiliary.

Pump up 4 auxiliary!

- Dead slow.

- Dead slow, sir.

Stop the pump. Shut 4 auxiliary.

Stop the pump, shut 4 auxiliary!

- 80 feet!

- Flood fives.

Flood fives!

Hold at 80 feet.

Hot? Funny how cold makes you steam.

- We have scraped something, have you heard?

- You would have heard if we had.

Well, gentlemen, I think we are through.

Whoever got the chart of the mine

field deserves the Iron Cross.

Yes, we shouldn't have even

a wood one without it.

Stop motors.

Stopped boat, sir!

Can you hear anything?

No, sir. Nothing.

- Good. I'm going up. 30 feet.

- 30 feet, sir!

Up periscope.

- Stand by to surface.

- Stand by to surface!

- Main vents shut, sir!

- Blow ones.

- Blow twos and threes.

- Blow twos and threes!

25...

20...

- 15 ...

- Stop blowing. Exit stations!

- We review the details?

- Do you think I'll forget?

To be sure. Ready? On top of the cliff?

- Northeast, surrounding rocks.

- Then?

Follow telegraph poles. Rough road.

- 3 miles?

- Right.

At the fork, turn left.

- In the cairn?

- Stop and look for the sign W-NW.

- The woman?

- Fraulein Thiel.

- Motorcycle is asshore, sir.

- Password?

I do not know what spell makes me so sad...

- What are you smiling at?

- You sir, saying that in the dark to a woman.

If you are so funny, keep it. Come on.

Come up at same time next 3 nights.

Yes, sir.

- Got everything you want?

- Yes.

- Glasses? Gun?

- All.

Good luck.

Who goes there?

- Constable Bob Bratt.

- Pass.

Quiet tonight.

Hi there!

Put that light out!

- Is somebody calling?

- What you think you're doing showing a naked light?

- I'm very sorry.

- Put it out!

Yes.

- Haven't you read the regulations?

- No.

- All the worse. And you're a teacher!

- It's you, Mr. Bratt? I'm very sorry.

Well, that's all right, Miss.

I'm single handed and the fleet here, I have to keep an eye.

A spy would give his head to get here,

but he won't get by Bob Bratt.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I do not know what spell makes me so sad.

An ancient legend duped me and not let me.

- What was the patrol doing?

- They saw the light.

- You're alone?

- Of course.

- Where this door leads?

- To the kitchen.

- Does the ladder?

- A room.

Butter!

You gave me a fright.

So you are Fraulein Thiel.

Yes, captain Hardt.

- From now on please speak in English.

- And eat in English?

- Come in.

- Thank you.

- How did you get here?

- A demure look and a fake passport.

You speak English like a native.

I shouldn't go very far. I am the teacher.

- Teacher!

- My name is Anne Burnett.

- Please call me that.

- Anne Burnett.

Are you mad? Wearing an uniform here?

If I'm shot, it will be as an officer, not a spy.

Being a civilian I have no such defenses.

I beg your pardon.

A whole ham, white bread... and butter.

- Butter!

- Butter.

These English are not feeling the pinch.

I had no idea secret agent's was such a comfortable profession.

It has its uncomfortable moments.

Talking about it, school opens the day after tomorrow.

- I wonder how I should get on.

- So do I.

In Germany girls no longer wear silk stockings.

I'll show you your room. It's upstairs.

- I haven't yet been told what I'm to do here.

- You'll be told tomorrow.

Not tomorrow. Now!

What are your orders?

- I beg your pardon?

- Your orders, Captain Hardt!

To report for duty to Fraulein Thiel and obey her orders.

Exactly! Pick up your motorbike and go to bed.

- Do I take it to bed with me?

- Suit yourself. There's a parking space at the wash den.

Sorry.

Good night.

Hey, hey! Why are you locking me in?

- A woman comes to clean in the morning.

- I can lock my own door.

I think this is safer.

- May I come in?

- Come in.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Your breakfast is in my room.

There's a beautiful view from my window.

I didn't come here for holidays. I have more

important things to do than admire the view.

All right!

Well... The plan?

To sink 15 of these ships.

How?

He will tell you.

Who is he?

A British officer with a grudge.

He was in command of a destroyer.

- He lost it in a collision.

- How?

A wrong order. He'd been drinking.

Traitor and drunkard, an honor for the British navy.

- Where did this happen?

- Off Cyprus.

- HMS Connaught. February 16.

- Then you knew?

- Of course. Commander Ashington.

- Lieutenant. He was dismissed of the ship.

- Where did you meet him?

- At Leith, a month ago.

- And found he had a price.

- Rather a high one.

- Paid by whom?

- Germany.

Only by Germany?

And me.

I suppose we should have to meet.

Come down in a minute.

Captain Hardt.

Suppose we'll sit down and get acquainted.

- Give him a drink; loosen him up a bit.

- I'd rather get to business.

Drink when you can in this job. That's my motto.

May we confine on what rests before us.

All alike, you Germans, one tech mind.

Draw the curtains, get the charts. Let's go.

Here we are. Three years we've been sitting on our bottoms in Keith.

- Met in Jutland.

- That's why you haven't put it out a notice since.

- You mean ...

- All right, we both won.

Point is:
with the fleet around the corner,

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