it had been David who had been chiefly responsible for her recruitment. Apart from all of which, David was notoriously difficult to control and very much a law unto himself: giving him to her as subordinate adviser was like being asked to take a rhinoceros for a walk. And—perhaps above all—he was about to bring his Cheltenham investigation to its climax.
‘Objections, Mr Latimer?’ Of course, he knew all that as well as she did; yet, against all those objections—and the ones which had not yet occurred to her—there was Father’s old adage about the unwisdom of rejecting opportunity when it knocked, no matter how risky; but she still needed to know one thing, nevertheless. ‘Has Dr Audley agreed to this?’
‘Agreed? Of course he has! He’s quite enthusiastic, even.’ The cathedral fingers intertwined, to become a double fist. ‘He is a brilliant man, with an unrivalled experience of events going back … many years. So it’s your good fortune that I can let you have him for a day or two, Elizabeth.’
More tripod masts—a whole forest of them! Because Latimer had to be lying when he claimed that David was leaving Cheltenham ‘enthusiastically’, never mind that he was ‘happy’ to advise a raw recruit on her first field assignment. And, even supposing that he had a soft spot for his own recruit, he was notoriously at odds with Oliver St John Latimer, and would never willingly dance to Latimer’s tune. Never, never, never!
‘He will help you.’ Latimer raised a finger. ‘But the final decision in this matter will be yours, Elizabeth.’
So, in spite of all that, Audley was dancing. And the world was turned upside-down, though Elizabeth, as all her half-connected and inadequate pieces of information arranged themselves on the board, to make little sense.
Forty years ago the American Rangers had stormed the Pointe du Hoc, and Major Thaddeus ‘ Ed ’ Parker had subsequently picked up an RAF pilot from the sea, as an accidental result. And now, forty years later, ‘ Edward Parker ’ had fallen to his death from that same Pointe du Hoc, and all the alarm bells in Research and Development were ringing to mark his passing!
Also, she remembered suddenly, David Audjey had unrivalled experience of events going back … many years ’ ? Even, remembering what Paul had once said about David, there had once been a tank commander by the name of Audley (although it was hard to imagine the man she knew as a fresh-faced boy with one pip on his shoulder!), who had actually been there in Normandy when ‘Ed’ Parker was fishing his RAF pilot out of the drink. But that was stretching coincidence too far, surely—surely?
‘I understand.’ She didn’t understand. But she damn well wasn’t going to beg him to tell her what he actually wanted her to do. ‘But—you were saying—?’
‘Yes.’ He frowned at her, and obviously couldn’t remember what he had been saying before David Audley had intruded, to divert them both. Instead, he reached for another chocolate. ‘What was I saying?’
‘Major Parker rescued this RAF pilot.’ But she mustn’t underestimate him. ‘On June 7th, 1944. Four miles off the Pointe du Hoc.’
‘Yes.’ He munched again. ‘About Parker—talk to Major Turnbull first, Elizabeth. Let Dr Audley cool his heels for a few minutes. Just listen to what Turnbull has to say. Then you’ll know we’re not wasting our time.’
Elizabeth’s heart sank even more at the mention of Major Turnbull, remembering her one and only meeting with him. ‘Major Turnbull?’
Latimer nodded, manipulating his chocolate. ‘He’s waiting for you, too. And you may need him for extra leg-work.’ He nodded again. ‘He’s got a job on, but we can hire some extra help for that—‘ He swallowed ‘—so if you want him, just tell him what you want him to do. But he’s been looking into the Parker accident—he’ll tell you all about that, anyway.’
David Audley and Major Turnbull? If he had
‘Objections, Mr Latimer?’ Of course, he knew all that as well as she did; yet, against all those objections—and the ones which had not yet occurred to her—there was Father’s old adage about the unwisdom of rejecting opportunity when it knocked, no matter how risky; but she still needed to know one thing, nevertheless. ‘Has Dr Audley agreed to this?’
‘Agreed? Of course he has! He’s quite enthusiastic, even.’ The cathedral fingers intertwined, to become a double fist. ‘He is a brilliant man, with an unrivalled experience of events going back … many years. So it’s your good fortune that I can let you have him for a day or two, Elizabeth.’
More tripod masts—a whole forest of them! Because Latimer had to be lying when he claimed that David was leaving Cheltenham ‘enthusiastically’, never mind that he was ‘happy’ to advise a raw recruit on her first field assignment. And, even supposing that he had a soft spot for his own recruit, he was notoriously at odds with Oliver St John Latimer, and would never willingly dance to Latimer’s tune. Never, never, never!
‘He will help you.’ Latimer raised a finger. ‘But the final decision in this matter will be yours, Elizabeth.’
So, in spite of all that, Audley was dancing. And the world was turned upside-down, though Elizabeth, as all her half-connected and inadequate pieces of information arranged themselves on the board, to make little sense.
Forty years ago the American Rangers had stormed the Pointe du Hoc, and Major Thaddeus ‘ Ed ’ Parker had subsequently picked up an RAF pilot from the sea, as an accidental result. And now, forty years later, ‘ Edward Parker ’ had fallen to his death from that same Pointe du Hoc, and all the alarm bells in Research and Development were ringing to mark his passing!
Also, she remembered suddenly, David Audjey had unrivalled experience of events going back … many years ’ ? Even, remembering what Paul had once said about David, there had once been a tank commander by the name of Audley (although it was hard to imagine the man she knew as a fresh-faced boy with one pip on his shoulder!), who had actually been there in Normandy when ‘Ed’ Parker was fishing his RAF pilot out of the drink. But that was stretching coincidence too far, surely—surely?
‘I understand.’ She didn’t understand. But she damn well wasn’t going to beg him to tell her what he actually wanted her to do. ‘But—you were saying—?’
‘Yes.’ He frowned at her, and obviously couldn’t remember what he had been saying before David Audley had intruded, to divert them both. Instead, he reached for another chocolate. ‘What was I saying?’
‘Major Parker rescued this RAF pilot.’ But she mustn’t underestimate him. ‘On June 7th, 1944. Four miles off the Pointe du Hoc.’
‘Yes.’ He munched again. ‘About Parker—talk to Major Turnbull first, Elizabeth. Let Dr Audley cool his heels for a few minutes. Just listen to what Turnbull has to say. Then you’ll know we’re not wasting our time.’
Elizabeth’s heart sank even more at the mention of Major Turnbull, remembering her one and only meeting with him. ‘Major Turnbull?’
Latimer nodded, manipulating his chocolate. ‘He’s waiting for you, too. And you may need him for extra leg-work.’ He nodded again. ‘He’s got a job on, but we can hire some extra help for that—‘ He swallowed ‘—so if you want him, just tell him what you want him to do. But he’s been looking into the Parker accident—he’ll tell you all about that, anyway.’
David Audley and Major Turnbull? If he had
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