Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986                 

Kathleen Winfred

June 21, 1944: three days

We began to make plans for me to make my leave the night of the twenty-fourth. We told no one, and kept it between the two of us. The fewer knew, the better. Pirot would have a chance to say goodbye on the day I left, but until then, it was best that only we knew.

Schwab was stalking the building, and came in at random times of the day to say a few words to me, or to ask if Freidrich was in.

The entire time, he watched me with his customary malicious grin.

I shivered.