Ken Follett – Jackdaws

“That’s as bad as prison!”

Paul reflected for a moment, then nodded. “Almost.”

“For how long?” Denise said in dismay.

“Who knows? Until the war is over, probably.”

“You absolute rotter,” Denise said furiously. “I wish I’d never met you.”

“You may leave now,” said Paul. “And be grateful I caught you. Otherwise it might have been the Gestapo.”

Denise stalked out.

Paul said, “I hope that wasn’t unnecessarily cruel.”

Flick did not think so. The silly cow deserved a lot worse. However, she wanted to make a good impression on Paul, so she said, “No point in crushing her. Some people just aren’t suited to this work. It’s not her fault.”

Paul smiled. “You’re a rotten liar,” he said. “You think I was too easy on her, don’t you?”

“I think crucifixion would be too easy on her,” Flick said angrily, but Paul laughed, and his humor softened her wrath until she had to smile. “I can’t pull the wool over your eyes, can I?”

“I hope not.” He became serious again. “It’s fortunate that we had one team member more than we really needed. We could afford to lose Denise.”

“But now we’re down to the bare minimum.” Flick stood up wearily. “We’d better get the rest to bed. This will be their last decent night’s sleep for a while.”

Paul looked around the room. “I don’t see Diana and Maude.”

“They must have stepped out for a breath of air. I’ll find them if you’ll round up the rest.” Paul nodded agreement, and Flick went outside.

There was no sign of the two girls. She paused for a moment to look at the evening light glowing on the calm water of the estuary. Then she walked around the side of the pub to the parking lot. A tan-colored army Austin was pulling away, and Flick glimpsed Denise in the back, crying.

There was no sign of Diana or Maude. Frowning, puzzled, Flick crossed the tarmac and went to the back of the pub. She came to a yard with old barrels and stacked crates. Across the yard was a small outbuilding with a wooden door that stood open. She went in.

At first she could see nothing in the gloom, but she knew she was not alone, for she could hear breathing. Instinct told her to remain silent and still. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She was in a tool shed, with neat rows of wrenches and shovels on hooks, and a big lawn mower in the middle of the floor. Diana and Maude were in a far corner.

Maude was leaning against the wall and Diana was kissing her. Flick’s jaw dropped. Diana’s blouse was undone, revealing a large, severely practical brassiere. Maude’s pink gingham skirt was rucked up around her waist. As the picture became clearer, she saw that Diana’s hand was thrust down the front of Maude’s panties.

Flick stood there for a moment, frozen with shock. Maude saw her and met her eye. “Have you had a good look?” she said saucily. “Or do you want to take a photo?”

Diana jumped, snatching her hand away and stepping back from Maude. She turned around, and a look of horror came over her face. “Oh, my God,” she said. She pulled the front of her blouse together with one hand and covered her mouth with the other in a gesture of shame.

Flick stammered: “I-I-I just came to say we’re leaving.” Then she turned around and stumbled out.

CHAPTER 24

WIRELESS OPERATORS WERE not quite invisible. They lived in a spirit world where their ghostly shapes could be dimly seen. Peering into the gloom, searching for them, were the men of the Gestapo’s radio detection team, housed in a cavernous, darkened hall in Paris. Dieter had visited the place. Three hundred round oscilloscope screens flickered with a greenish light. Radio broadcasts appeared as vertical lines on the monitors, the position of the line showing the frequency of the transmission, the height indicating the strength of the signal. The screens were tended, day and night, by silent, watchful operators, who made him think of angels observing the sins of humankind.

The operators knew the regular stations, either German-controlled or foreign-based, and were able to spot a rogue instantly. As soon as this happened, the operator would pick up a telephone at his desk and call three tracking stations: two in southern Germany, at Augsburg and Nuremberg, and one in Brittany, at Brest. He would give them the frequency of the rogue broadcast. The tracking stations were equipped with goniometers, apparatus for measuring angles, and each could say within seconds which direction the broadcast was coming from. They would send this information back to Paris, where the operator would draw three lines on a huge wall map. The lines intersected where the suspect radio was located. The operator then telephoned the Gestapo office nearest to the location. The local Gestapo had cars waiting in readiness, equipped with their own detection apparatus.

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