'You're wondering what all this is about I'll tell you. There's a village named Studley Constable about eight miles from here. You'll find it marked plainly enough on your maps. Most of you will have heard that Winston Churchill was visiting an RAF station near King's Lynn today. What you don't know is that he's spending tonight at Studley Grange. This is where it gets interesting. There are sixteen men from the Polish Independent Parachute Squadron of the SAS training in Studley Constable. You can't miss them in those pretty red berets and camouflage uniforms.' Somebody laughed and Shafto paused until there was complete silence again. I've got news for you. Those guys are Krauts German paratroops here to get Churchill and we're going to nail them on the wall.' The silence was total and he nodded slowly 'One thing I can promise you boys. Handle this right and by tomorrow, your names will ring from California to Maine. Now get ready to move out '
There was an instant burst of activity as engines roared into life Shafto went down the steps and said to Mallory, Make sure they go over those maps on the way. No time for any fancy briefing when we get there.' Mallory hurried away and Shafto turned to Chalmers 'Hold the fort boy until Major Kane gets back.' He slapped him on the shoulder 'Don't look too disappointed He'll have Mr Churchill with him. You see he gets the hospitality of the house ' He jumped into the lead jeep and nodded to the driver 'Okay son, let's move out.'
They roared down the drive, the sentries on the massive front gate got it open fast and the convoy turned into the road. A couple of hundred yards farther on Shafto waved them to a halt and told his driver to pull in close to the nearest telephone pole. He turned to Sergeant Hustler in the rear seat 'Give me that Thompson gun.'
Hustler handed it over Shafto cocked it, took aim and sprayed the top of the pole, reducing the crossbars to matchwood. The telephone lines parted, springing wildly through the air.
Shafto handed the Thompson back to Hustler 'I guess that takes care of any unauthorized phone calls for a while.' He slapped the side of the vehicle. 'Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go!'
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Garvey handled the jeep like a man possessed, roaring along the narrow country lanes at the kind of speed which assumed that nothing was coming the other way. Even then, they almost missed their target, for as they drove along the final stretch to join the Walsmgham road, the small convoy flashed past at the end of the lane. Two military policemen on motor-cycles leading the way, two Humber saloon cars, two more policemen bringing up the rear.
'It's him!' Kane cried
The jeep skidded into the main road, Garvey rammed his foot down hard. It was only a matter of moments before they caught up the convoy. As they roared up behind, the two military policemen at the rear glanced over their shoulders. One waved them back.
Kane said, 'Sergeant, pull out and overtake and if you can't stop them any other way you have my permission to ram that front car.'
Dexter Garvey grinned 'Major, I'm going to tell you something If this goes wrong we'll end up in that Leavenworth stockade so fast you won't know which day it is.'
He swerved out to the right past the motor-cyclists and pulled alongside the rear Humber Kane couldn't see much of the man in the back seat because the side curtains were pulled forward just sufficiently to ensure privacy. The driver, who was in dark blue chauffeur's uniform, glanced sideways in alarm and the man in the grey suit in the front passenger seat drew a revolver.
'Try the next one,' Kane ordered and Garvey pulled alongside the front saloon, blaring his horn.
There were four men in there, two in army uniform, both colonels, one with the red tabs of a staff officer. The other turned in alarm and Kane found himself looking at Sir Henrv Willoughby There was instant recognition and Kane shouted to Garvey, 'Okay, pull out in front I think they'll stop now.'
Garvey accelerated, overtaking the military policemen at the head of the small convoy. A horn blared three times behind them, obviously some pre-arranged signal. When Kane looked over his shoulder they were pulling in at the side of the road. Garvey braked and Kane jumped out and ran back.
The military policemen had a Sten gun apiece trained on him before he was anywhere close and the man in the grey suit, presumably the Prime Minister's personal detective, was already out of the rear car, revolver in hand.
The staff colonel with the red tabs got out of the first car, Sir Henry in Home Guard uniform at his heels. 'Major Kane,' Sir Henry said in bewilderment. 'What on earth are you doing here?'
The staff colonel said curtly, 'My name is Corcoran, Chief Intelligence Officer to the GOC, East Anglia District. Will you kindly explain yourself, sir?'
'The Prime Minister mustn't go to Studley Grange,' Kane told him. 'The village has been taken over by German paratroops and...'
'Good God,' Sir Henry interrupted. 'I've never heard such nonsense...'
Corcoran waved him to silence. 'Can you substantiate this statement, Major?'
'Dear God Almighty,' Kane shouted. 'They're here to get Churchill like Skorzeny dropped in for Mussolini, don't you understand? What in the hell does it take to convince you guys? Won't anybody listen?'
A voice from behind, a voice that was entirely familiar to him said, 'I will, young man. Tell your story to me.'
Harry Kane turned slowly, leaned down at the rear window and was finally face-to-face with the great man himself.
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When Steiner tried the door of the cottage at Hobs End it was locked. He went round to the barn, but there was no sign of the Irishman there either. Briegel shouted, 'Herr Oberst, he's coming.'
Devlin was riding the BSA across the network of narrow dyke paths. He turned into the yard, shoved the bike up on its stand and pushed up his goggles. 'A bit public. Colonel.'
Steiner took him by the arm and led him across to the wall where, in a few brief sentences, he filled him in on the situation. 'Well,' he said when he was finished 'What do you think?'
'Are you sure your mother wasn't Irish?'
'Her mother was.'
Devlin nodded. 'I might have known. Still, who knows? We might get away with it.' He smiled. 'I know one thing. My fingernails will be down to the quick by nine tonight.'
Steiner jumped into the jeep and nodded to Klugl. 'I'll keep in touch.'
From the wood on the hill on the other side of the road Molly stood beside her horse and watched Devlin take out his key and unlock the front door. She had intended to confront him, filled with the desperate hope that even now she might be mistaken, but the sight of Steiner and his two men in the jeep was the ultimate truth of things.
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A half mile outside Studley Constable Shafto waved the column to a halt and gave his orders. 'No time for any nonsense now. We've got to hit them and hit them hard before they know what's happening. Captain Mallory, you take three jeeps and fifteen men, cross the fields to the east of the village using those farm tracks marked on the map. Circle round till you come out on the Studley Grange road north of the watermill. Sergeant Hustler, the moment we reach the edge of the village, you dismount and take a dozen men on foot and make your way up this sunken track through Hawks Wood to the church. The remaining men stay with me. We'll plug the road by the Grey woman's house.'
'So we've got them completely bottled up. Colonel,' Mallory said.
'Bottled up hell. When everyone's in position and I give the signal on field telephone, we go in and finish this thing fast.'
There was silence It was Sergeant Hustler who finally broke it 'Begging the Colonel's pardon, but wouldn't some sort of reconnaissance be in order?' He tried to smile 'I mean, from what we hear, these Kraut paratroopers ain't exactly Chesterfields.'
'Hustler,' Shafto said coldly 'You ever query an order of mine again and I'll have you down to private so fast you won't know your own first name.' A muscle twitched in his right cheek as his glance took in the assembled NCOs one by one 'Hasn't anybody got any guts here?'
'Of course sir,' Mallory answered 'We re right behind you, Colonel.'
'Well you'd better be,' Shafto said, 'Because I'm going in there now on my own with a white flag.'
'You mean you're going to invite them to surrender, sir?'
'Surrender, my backside, Captain While I do some talking, the rest of you will be getting into position and you've got exactly ten minutes from the moment I enter that dump so let's get to it.'
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Devlin was hungry He heated a little soup, fried an egg and made a sandwich of it with two thick slices of bread, Molly's own baking. He was eating it in the chair by the fire when a cold draught on his left cheek told him that the door had opened. When he looked up, she was standing there
'So there you are?' he said cheerfully 'I was having a bit before coming looking for you.' He held up the sandwich 'Did you know these things were invented by a belted earl, no less?'
'You bastard!' she said, 'You dirty swine! You used me.'
She flung herself on him, hands clawing at his face. He grabbed her wrists and fought to control her. 'What is it?' he demanded, Yet in his heart he knew.
'I know all about it Carter isn't his name - it's Steiner and he and his men are bloody Germans come for Mr Churchill. And what's your name? Not Devlin, I'll be bound.'
He pushed her away from him, went and got the Bushmills and a glass 'No, Molly, it isn't.' He shook his head. 'You weren't meant to be any part of this, my love. You just happened.'
'You bloody traitor!'
He said in a kind of exasperation 'Molly I'm Irish, that means I'm as different from you as a German is from a Frenchman. I'm a foreigner. We're not the same just because we both speak English with different accents. When will you learn, you people?'
There was uncertainty in her eyes now but still she persisied. 'Traitor!'
His face was bleak then, the eyes very blue, the chin tilted 'No traitor, Molly I am a soldier of the Irish Republican Army I serve a cause as dear to me as yours.'
She needed to hurt him, to wound and had the weapon to do it 'Well, much good may it do you and your friend Steiner. He's finished or soon will be. You next.'
'What are you talking about?'
'Pamela Vereker was with me up at the church when he and his men took her brother and George Wilde up there. We overheard enough to send her flying off to Meltham to get those Yankee Rangers.'
He grabbed her by the arms 'How long ago?'
'You go to hell!'
'Tell me, damn you!' he shook her roughly.
'I'd say they must be there by now. If the wind was in the right direction you could probably hear the shooting, so there isn't a bloody thing you can do about it except run while you have the chance.'
He released her and said wryly 'Sure and it would be the sensible thing to do, but I was never one for that.'
He pulled on his cap and goggles, his trenchcoat, and belted it around his waist. He crossed to the fireplace and felt under a pile of old newspapers behind the log basket. There were two hand grenades there which Ritter Neumann had given him. He primed them and placed them carefully inside the front flap of his trenchcoat. He put the Mauser into his right pocket and lengthened the sling on his Sten, suspending it around his neck almost to waist level so that he could fire it one-handed if necessary.
Molly said, 'What are you going to do?'
'Into the valley of death, Molly, my love, rode the six hundred and all that sort of good old British rubbish.' He poured himself a glass of Bushmills and saw the look of amazement on her face. 'Did you think I'd run for the hills and leave Steiner in the lurch?' He shook his head. 'God, girl, and I thought you knew something about me.'
'You can't go up there.' There was panic in her voice now. 'Liam, - you won't stand a chance.' She caught hold of him by the arm.
'Oh, but I must, my pet.' He kissed her on the mouth and pushed her firmly to one side. He turned at the door. 'For what it's worth. I wrote you a letter. Not much, I'm afraid, but if you're interested, it's on the mantelpiece.'
The door banged, she stood there rigid, frozen. Somewhere in another world the engine roared into life and moved away.
She found the letter and opened it feverishly. It said: Molly, my own true love. As a great man once said, I have suffered a sea-change and nothing can ever be the same again. I came to Norfolk to do a job, not to fall in love for the first and last time in my life with an ugly little peasant girl that should have known better. By now you'll know the worst of me, but try not to think it. To leave you is punishment enough. Let it end there. As they say in Ireland, we knew the two days. Liam.
The words blurred, there were tears in her eyes. She stuffed the letter into her pocket and stumbled outside. Her horse was at the hitching ring. She untied him quickly, scrambled up on his back and urged him into a gallop, beating her clenched fist against his neck. At the end of the dyke she took him straight across the road, jumped the hedge and galloped for the village, taking the shortest route across the fields.
