this lad. I’ll get him in the cart while he’s still out. You gather as much driftwood as you can and hurry.’
She ran along the beach and he lifted Kelso up, taking his weight easily, for he was surprisingly strong for a small man. Kelso groaned but stayed out, and the Irishman eased him onto the sacks in the cart and draped a few across him.
He turned as Helen came back with an armful of wood.
‘Cover him with that while I see to the life raft.’
It was still bumping around in the shallows, and he waded into the water and pulled it up on the sand. He looked inside, removed the emergency kit, then took out a spring-blade gutting knife and slashed at the skin of the life raft fiercely. As air rushed out, it crumpled and he rolled it up and carried it to the cart, shoving it onto the rack underneath.
Helen arrived with another armful of wood which she put in the back with the rest. ‘Will that do?’
‘I think so. I’ll stop by the paddock and we’ll put the life raft down the old well shaft. But let’s get moving.’
They started up the track, Helen sitting on the shaft of the cart, Sean leading the horse. Suddenly there was laughter up ahead and a dog barked. The Irishman paused and took his time over lighting one of the vile French cigarettes that he smoked. ‘Nothing to worry about, I’ll handle it,’ he told her.
The Alsatian arrived first, a splendid animal which barked once, then recognized Gallagher as an old friend, and licked his hand. Two German soldiers in field gray and helmets, rifles over their shoulders, came next. ‘Guten morgen, Herr General,’ they both called eagerly.
‘And good morning to you two daft buggers.’ Gallagher’s smile was his friendliest as he led the horse on.
‘Sean, you’re quite mad,’ she hissed.
‘Not at all. Neither of those two lads speak a word of English. It might have been fun if they’d looked under the cart though.’
‘Where are we going?’ she demanded. ‘There’s no one at the Place at the moment.’
It was always referred to in that way, never as a house.
‘Isn’t Mrs Vibert in?’
‘I gave her the day off. Remember that niece of hers had a new baby last week.’
‘Naughty girl,’ Gallagher said. ‘And her man away serving in the British Army. I wonder what he’ll think when he comes home and finds a bouncing boy with blue eyes and blond hair called Fritz.’
‘Don’t be cruel, Sean. She’s not a bad girl. A little weak perhaps. People get lonely.’
‘Do you tell me?’ Gallagher laughed. ‘I haven’t exactly noticed you chasing me around the barn this week.’
‘Be sensible,’ she said. ‘Now where do we take him? There’s the Chamber.’
During the English Civil War, Charles de Ville, the Seigneur of the manor at that time, had espoused the Royalist cause. He’d had a room constructed in the roof with a secret staircase from the master bedroom known to the family over the years as the Chamber. It had saved his life during the time of Cromwell’s rule when he was sought as a traitor.
‘No, too awkward at the moment. He needs help and quickly. We’ll take him to my cottage first.’
‘And what about a doctor?’
‘George Hamilton. Who else could you trust? Now hang on while I get this life raft down the well.’
He tugged it out and moved into the trees. She sat there, aware of her uneven breathing in the silence of the wood. Behind her, under the sacking and the driftwood, Hugh Kelso groaned and stirred.
At Slapton Sands just before noon, the tide turned and a few more bodies came in. Dougal Munro and Carter sat in the lee of a sand dune and had an early lunch of sandwiches and shared a bottle of beer. Soldiers tramped along the shoreline, occasionally venturing into the water at some officer’s command to pull in another body. There were already about thirty laid out on the beach.
Munro said, ‘Someone once said the first casualty when war comes is truth.’
‘I know exactly what you mean, sir,’ Carter said.
A young American officer approached and saluted. ‘The beach is cleared of new arrivals at the moment, sir. Thirty-three since dawn. No sign of Colonel Kelso.’ He hesitated. ‘Does the Brigadier wish to view the burial arrangements? It’s not too far.’
‘No thank you,’ Munro told him. ‘I think I can manage without that.’
The officer saluted and walked away. Munro got up and helped Carter to his feet. ‘Come on, Jack. Nothing we can do here.’
‘All right, sir.’
Carter balanced on his walking stick and Munro stood, hands in pockets, and looked out to sea. He shivered suddenly. ‘Anything wrong, sir?’ Carter asked.
‘Someone just walked over my grave, Jack. To be honest, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. Come on, let’s get back to London,’ and he turned and walked away along the beach.
‘So, Berger, you understand what I am saying to you?’ Konrad Hofer demanded.
Heini Baum stood rigidly at attention in front of the desk in the office which the CO had been happy to lend to the field marshal at Campeaux. He tried to ignore the fact that Rommel stood at the window looking out into the garden.
‘I’m not sure, Herr Major. I think so.’
Rommel turned. ‘Don’t be stupid, Berger. You’re an intelligent man, I can see that, and a brave one.’ He tapped the Iron Cross First Class with the tip of his crop and the band around the left sleeve with the Gothic lettering. ‘The Afrika Korps cuff-title, I see. So, we are old comrades. Were you at Alamein?’
‘No, Field Marshal. Wounded at Tobruk.’
‘Good. I’m a plain man so listen carefully. You did a wonderful impersonation of me last night, in both appearance and voice. Very professional.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Now I require a second performance. On Friday, you will fly to Jersey for the weekend accompanied by Major Hofer. You think you could fool them in Jersey for that long, Berger? King for a day? Would you like that?’
Baum smiled. ‘Actually, I think I would, sir.’
Rommel said to Hofer. ‘There you are. Sensible and intelligent, just as I told you. Now make the arrangements, Konrad, and let’s get out of here.’
The cottage was built in the same kind of granite as the house. There was one large living room with a beamed ceiling and a dining table and half-a-dozen chairs in a window alcove. The kitchen was on the other side of the hall. Upstairs, there was one large bedroom, a storeroom and a bathroom.
Rather than negotiate the stairs, Gallagher had laid Kelso out on a long comfortable sofa in the living room. The American
