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and six private soldiers. During the past few weeks I've been in touch with several prison wardens to ask if they had any exceptional men, who they felt might be suited for such an operation. Your name was one of the two put forward by Mr Swanson. Once I checked your record, from when you served in the navy, I had to agree with the warden that you'd be better off in uniform rather than wasting your time in here.'

Harry turned to the warden. 'Thank you, sir, but may I ask who the other person is?'

'Quinn,' said Swanson. 'The two of you have caused me so many problems during the past couple of years, I thought it was the Germans' turn to be subjected to your special brand of subterfuge.' Harry smiled.

'If you decide to join us, Bradshaw,' continued the colonel, 'you will begin an eight-week basic training course immediately, followed by a further six weeks with special operations. Before I go any further, I need to know if the idea appeals to you.'

'When do I start?' said Harry.

The colonel smiled. 'My car's outside in the yard, and I left the engine running.'

'I've already arranged for your civilian clothes to be collected from the stores,' said the warden. 'Obviously we need to keep the reason you've left at such short notice between ourselves. Should anyone ask, I'll say you and Quinn have been transferred to another prison.'

The colonel nodded. 'Any questions, Bradshaw?'

'Has Quinn agreed to join you?' asked Harry.

'He's sitting in the back seat of my car, probably wondering what's taking you so long.'

'But you do know the reason I'm in prison, colonel?'

'Desertion,' said Colonel Cleverdon. 'So I'll have to keep a close eye on you, won't I?' Both men laughed. 'You'll be joining my group as a private soldier, but I can assure you, your past record won't hinder your chances of promotion. However, while we're on that subject, Bradshaw, a change of name might be appropriate, given the circumstances. We wouldn't want some smart-ass in records to get their hands on your navy files and start asking embarrassing questions. Any ideas?'

'Harry Clifton, sir,' he said a little too quickly.

The warden smiled. 'I've always wondered what your real name was.'
Chapter 14
EMMA BARRINGTON

1941

14

EMMA WANTED TO LEAVE Kristin's apartment as soon as possible, escape from New York and return to England. Once she was back in Bristol she could grieve alone and devote her life to bringing up Harry's son. But escape wasn't proving to be that easy.

'I'm so sorry,' said Kristin, placing an arm around Emma's shoulders. 'I had no idea you didn't know what had happened to Tom.'

Emma smiled weakly.

'I want you to know,' continued Kristin, 'that Richard and I never doubted even for a moment that he was innocent. The man I nursed back to life wasn't capable of murder.'

'Thank you,' said Emma.

'I have some photographs of Tom while he was with us on the Kansas Star. Would you like to see them?' asked Kristin.

Emma nodded politely, although she had no interest in seeing any photographs of Lieutenant Thomas Bradshaw. She decided that once Kristin had left the room, she would quietly slip out of the apartment and return to her hotel. She had no desire to continue making such a fool of herself in front of a complete stranger.

As soon as Kristin went out, Emma jumped up. As she did so, she knocked her cup off the table and on to the floor, spilling some coffee on the carpet. She fell to her knees and began weeping again, just as Kristin came back into the room, clutching a handful of photographs.

When she saw Emma on her knees in tears, she tried to comfort her. 'Please don't worry about the carpet, it's not important. Here, why don't you look at these, while I find something to clear it up?' She handed the photographs to Emma and quickly left the room again.

Emma accepted she could no longer make good her escape, so she returned to her chair and reluctantly began to look at the photos of Tom Bradshaw.

'Oh my God,' she said out loud. She stared in disbelief at a picture of Harry standing on the deck of a ship with the Statue of Liberty in the background, and then at another with the skyscrapers of Manhattan as the backdrop. Tears came to her eyes once again, even if she was unable to explain how it was possible. She waited impatiently for Kristin to return. It wasn't long before