The Spy in Black Page #4

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My conscience calls me talk to Rvd. Harris.

I will not disturb him to satisfy anybody's conscience.

Good night.

Then... You choose to defy me?

Not at all. But this is my house I please myself.

We'll see what the Education Committee thinks of it.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I understand, but he'll be fighting his conscience all night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Sandwick Bay? What a hole!

- Should take 2 hs to rendez vous.

- I hope so.

We are 15 submarines. Our orders

are not to waste a single torpedo.

- Good.

- We could sink a few.

Tomorrow at same time come and pick us up.

Yes, sir. Bad luck missing a fight like this

- for a woman.

- Mind your own business.

- Good luck!

- Thank you, sir.

- Schuster!

- Sir?

I nearly forgot.

- What is it?

- Butter.

- Sorry...

- Come on.

- What happened? Did the message go?

- On its way.

Never been so cold. Must be out of shape.

Damn fellow left me sitting in the hail.

Is not our costume to entertain enemy officers

however useful they may have been.

- How does it feel to make history?

- I'll make some coffee to keep us warm.

Don't you keep him up; it's been a

strenous evening, time he went to bed.

Still you have some way to go,

suppose you set us an example?

Come on, have a bit of tact: can't

you see we want to be together?

It's only two hours to dawn. Somebody

may wonder what has become of you.

- I think I'll have another drink.

- Yes, do.

After all you'll have the whole

day tomorrow to bid you adieu.

Good night.

- Persuasive fellow, aren't you?

- Sleep well.

That's better.

- You didn't give him much choice.

- Oh, he's quite happy.

He has his whiskey and he is swinging down

the lane, convinced you're in love with him.

In a minute I'll be swinging up to bed.

No, no. I want to talk to you. And want that coffee.

It's 4:
00. Let's talk tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Can't you see this chance will never come again?

Our job is done.

In one hour the submarines will be

meeting and in two they should strike.

And in a week, you and I will be in Kiel,

How we'll celebrate!

Then on to Berlin. I can see us lunching at the Hotel Adlon.

You'll have the Iron Cross in your bag

and you'll be the only girl in Berlin...

in silk stockings.

Silk stockings I might take to bed.

I have served under many commanders

but none I admired more than you.

- What will you do when you're home again?

- You just told me.

- Trip to Berlin, the Adlon Hotel.

- And after Berlin?

Another job. Another island. Another Ashington.

And another captain Hardt?

Perhaps. Please let me go.

Commander Thiel, don't forget that you won a victory.

A good commander must celebrate with his men.

If I'm in command, I order you to let me go.

David.

Jill.

- These have been the worst 10 minutes I ever spent.

- Me too.

- It's all over now.

- Yes, darling.

Little fool, what you mean coming out here without a coat?

Running risks like that?

- Where is he?

- Upstairs, locked in his room.

You are a marvel.

Sir!

Special Constable Bob Pratt, sir.

- Know who I am?

- You're Commander Blacklock, sir.

When the patrol arrives tell them

to stand by. Nobody goes in or out.

- Where is your armlet?

- When I heard German spies are about

I put it in my pocket, to be close and not recognized.

- Keep your eyes skinned.

- Aye, Aye, sir.

David, you won't have him arrested

until I leave the house, will you?

Give us credit for a little imagination.

Besides, he's safe enough in here.

Couldn't you let him go back to his ship

and at least give him a fighting chance?

Too risky. He might find someone who

knew the real Thiel and Ashington.

- You hear that?

- What is it?

The destroyer's flotilla.

They've been loading extra depth charges all

night. The result of our midnight labours.

In a few hours, there won't be

any U-boats in Sandwick Bay,

just a few spots of grease,

drifting out to the North Sea.

- I think I'm rather sick.

- Here.

Give it a pull a bit.

Woman:
you're going into history!

I know.

Buzz upstairs and get your things.

I'm taking you straight to the St. Magnus,

she sails in an hour.

I haven't got anything of my own.

Everything is Anne Burnett's.

Then, here we go.

- I'll be back in half an hour to get him. Stand by.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Sir; you wouldn't like us to save you the trouble?

No. I have personal reasons

for doing this job myself.

You'll look after her?

I'll be on the bridge. So my

cabin is for the lady to use.

- Very kind of yours.

- It's a wee bit little, but it's warm,

- and you can have it all for yourself.

- Thank you.

Well ...

Walter, hear, Walter. I warn you:

Unless I got a day in port to work

on the bottom, it won't last one week.

- We'll see about it, James.

- I hope so.

Excuse me.

The Pastor! I left him tied up in school.

- Poor Mr Harris.

- To the rescue! Good bye.

- You will take care, won't you?

- Indeed.

- All present and correct.

- Thanks.

- Two around the back.

- You two,

... keep an eye on the window, but keep

out of sight. I don't want any casualties.

Two on the road. The rest, you got the front of the house.

Keep close to the wall. The rest follow me.

- You think he's gonna shoot us?

- Would you?

You'll find a pastor in school.

Cut him loose and calm him till I come.

He'll be rather annoyed. Stay here.

Captain Hardt, this is Commander

Blacklock, of the Royal Navy.

If you throw your gun out the window

and surrender, you'll be treated as a POW.

Otherwise, you'll be shot.

- Nobody at school, sir.

- What?

Untie the poor devil!

Cast off!

- Hold on. A passenger's coming.

- Aye, sir.

Mr. Harris, commander Blacklock asked

for you. I'll tell him that you caught the boat.

I asked myself:
if all is as it should be,

Why I am prevented from seeing Rev. Harris?

I can tell you:
Harris was tied in school

because he was a nuisance.

You were lucky not to suffer the same fate.

- Under Blacklock you would have.

- I cannot pretend to understand.

I'll help you. And attempt was made

by German spies to kill Anne Burnett

and put an agent in her place.

Fortunately, it failed.

They drop her off a cliff, but by a 100

to 1 chance a patrol boat fished her out.

She said enough so we grabbed the spy in Thurso.

Then we had the idea of replacing

her with a counter-spy.

In short notice we found a brave volunteer,

the girl you know as Anne Burnett.

The Anne Burnett at school is not the teacher,

Nor the Anne Burnett the Germans intended.

- She's not Miss Burnett at all.

- Substantially correct.

- Then who is she?

- That's an official secret.

- What's the matter, Blacklock?

- Hardt, sir, he got away.

- The German?

- Locked Harris, and he wears his clothes.

Excuse me, sir.

Signals? Send a call to all patrols in the island.

He won't get away, sir. He can't do any harm.

All aboard for mainland!

Stop!

All, in single file.

One by one. Look.

Put them aboard there.

Here we are, sir. All present.

- Eight German prisoners.

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