Night of the Fox by Jack Higgins Page B

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, IVe 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 saving 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