The Intercept

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"Mathematical reasoning may be regarded rather schematically as the exercise of a combination of two facilities, which we may call intuition and ingenuity."

-- Alan Turing

"On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question."

-- Charles Babbage

The Intercept

by Jon Ingold

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They have me waiting here. I can hear the guards outside and the door is locked. I don’t even have a pen, so I can’t do any work. I’ve got a copy of the morning’s intercept in my pocket but just staring at the jumble of letters won’t do any good, it would only drive me mad.

I rattle my fingers on the field table.

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They think I’m a traitor. They think I stole the component from the calculating machine. They’re searching my bunk, my bag, the whole barrack right now. Then they’ll come back and demand that I talk.

I’m a problem-solver. Good with figures, quick with crosswords, excellent at chess. But in this situation - in this trap - what is the winning play?

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This battle will be one of misinformation, just as the war raging in Europe and over British skies is more one of plans and messages and interceptions than it is of bullets, guns and planes. My only hope is create a story they prefer to the truth.

They leave me plenty of time to lay my plans. Half an hour goes by before Commander Harris returns to the hut. He seems careful to leave the door open only for a moment, as if worried a loose word or two might slip inside.

He’s brought two cups of tea in metal mugs: he sets them down on the tabletop between us.

“Well then,” he begins, a little awkwardly. This is an unseemly situation, it would be appear. He pushes one cup halfway towards me. A small gesture of friendship. Is that enough to give me some hope?

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Avoidance and delay, perhaps? The military machine never fights on a single front. They will have other approaches in play. If I move slowly enough, perhaps the situation will resolve itself some other way with my reputation reasonably intact.

Perhaps, in fact, they are playing the same game. Half an hour goes by before Commander Harris returns to the hut. He seems careful to leave the door open only for a moment, as if worried a loose word or two might slip inside.

He’s brought two cups of tea in metal mugs: he sets them down on the tabletop between us.

“Well then,” he begins, a little awkwardly. This is an unseemly situation, it would be appear. He pushes one cup halfway towards me. A small gesture of friendship. Is that enough to give me some hope?

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Co-operation is the only sensible approach. Anything else will be seen through and will increase their suspicion, and risk contradiction with myself or whatever other sources they might have. I must transparent, open - and hope they do not ask any questions I do not want to answer.

They give me time enough to prepare what those questions might be. Half an hour goes by before Commander Harris returns to the hut. He seems careful to leave the door open only for a moment, as if worried a loose word or two might slip inside.

He’s brought two cups of tea in metal mugs: he sets them down on the tabletop between us.

“Well then,” he begins, a little awkwardly. This is an unseemly situation, it would be appear. He pushes one cup halfway towards me. A small gesture of friendship. Is that enough to give me some hope?

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I don’t take it. I’m not having my time wasted by signs and signals. I’ve been waiting here for long enough already, after being rudely pulled from my bunk. I touch a fingertip down on the table and look him in the eye.

“What’s going on, Harris?”

“Quite a difficult situation, this,” he begins, cautiously. I’ve seen him adopting this stiff tone of voice before, but only when talking to brass. “I’m sure you agree.”

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I don’t take it. I’m not having my time wasted by signs and signals. I’ve been waiting here for long enough already, after being rudely pulled from my bunk. I touch a fingertip down on the table and look him in the eye.

“What’s going on, Harris?”

“Quite a difficult situation, this,” he begins, cautiously. I’ve seen him adopting this stiff tone of voice before, but only when talking to brass. “I’m sure you agree.”

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I don’t take it. I’m not having my time wasted by signs and signals. I’ve been waiting here for long enough already, after being rudely pulled from my bunk. I touch a fingertip down on the table and look him in the eye.

“What’s going on, Harris?”

“Quite a difficult situation, this,” he begins, cautiously. I’ve seen him adopting this stiff tone of voice before, but only when talking to brass. “I’m sure you agree.”

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“There really isn’t any time to be wasted,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Awkward,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“There really isn’t any time to be wasted,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“There really isn’t any time to be wasted,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Awkward,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“There really isn’t any time to be wasted,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“There really isn’t any time to be wasted,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Awkward,” I reply, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, looking him straight in the eye.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

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I take the cup, and raise it to my lips, blowing away the steam. It is too hot to drink. He picks his own up and just holds it.

“Quite a difficult situation, this,” he begins, cautiously. I’ve seen him adopting this stiff tone of voice before, but only when talking to brass. “I’m sure you agree.”

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

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I take the cup, and raise it to my lips, blowing away the steam. It is too hot to drink. He picks his own up and just holds it.

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I take the cup, and raise it to my lips, blowing away the steam. It is too hot to drink. He picks his own up and just holds it.

“Quite a difficult situation, this,” he begins, cautiously. I’ve seen him adopting this stiff tone of voice before, but only when talking to brass. “I’m sure you agree.”

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

"I'm fine."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

"I'm fine."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. ”

"I'm fine."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

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“Awkward,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Awkward,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Awkward,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I’m sure you’ve handled worse,” I reply casually, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s humouring me.

“Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“I don’t see why,” I reply, sipping at my tea as if we were the best of friends.

His gaze is unexpressive: I’ve seen Harris broad and full of laughter, but today he is rigid, as much part of the military machine as the devices in Hut 5.

“I’m sorry to pull you up so roughly,” he says. “But you know why you’re here, of course.”

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s humouring me.

“Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s mocking me. “Or of your brain? Or something else?”

"Of my genius."

"Of my standing."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do... ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

“You’re suggesting Hooper would sabotage this country’s future simply to spite you?” Harris chooses his words like the military man he is, each lining up to create a ring around me.

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do... ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do... ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

“Here, now,” Harris replies firmly. “We’re not talking to everyone, you understand. I can imagine you might feel pretty sore about that, old man. I can imagine you feeling picked on. You always were a sensitive soul. ”

"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

“You’re suggesting Hooper would sabotage this country’s future simply to spite you?” Harris chooses his words like the military man he is, each lining up to create a ring around me.

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

“You’re suggesting Hooper would sabotage this country’s future simply to spite you?” Harris chooses his words like the military man he is, each lining up to create a ring around me.

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

“You’re suggesting Hooper would sabotage this country’s future simply to spite you?” Harris chooses his words like the military man he is, each lining up to create a ring around me.

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“Here at Bletchley? Of course I do ”

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"I'm fine."

"Damn right."

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

The Commander moustache bristles as he purses his lips. “Has he now? Of your achievements, do you think?” It’s difficult not to shake the sense that he’s humouring me.

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“Damn right I’m sore. Was it one of the others who put you up to this? Was it Hooper? He’s always been jealous of me. He’s...”

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“No, of course not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, of course not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, of course not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, of course not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. He is sweating slightly - of course: this is his command that’s on the line. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. He is sweating slightly - of course: this is his command that’s on the line. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of my genius. Hooper simply can’t stand that I’m cleverer than he is. We work so closely together, cooped up in that Hut all day. It drives him to distraction. To worse.”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I don’t like to talk of myself like this, but I carry on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“But of course you do.” Harris narrows his eyes. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“But of course you do.” Harris narrows his eyes. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I don’t like to talk of myself like this, but I carry on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“But of course you do.” Harris narrows his eyes. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

"I do."

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“ I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

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“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No, I suppose not.” I push the teacup around on its base. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“ I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“ I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

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“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

"I know where it is."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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"I know where it is."

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“ He’s petty enough, certainly. He’s a creep.” I wipe a hand across my forehead. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“How should I know?” I reply, defensively. “All I can say is, ever since I arrived here, he’s been looking to ways to bring me down a peg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this whole affair up just to have me court-martialled.”

“We don’t court-martial civilians,” Harris replies. “Traitors are simply hung at her Majesty’s pleasure.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry at my slippery answers. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry at my slippery answers. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

“Now, drink your tea and talk.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. I’ve cracked him a little at least. He’s angry at my slippery answers. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I don’t like to talk of myself like this, but I carry on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I don’t like to talk of myself like this, but I carry on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I don’t like to talk of myself like this, but I carry on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“For God’s sake,” I answer, voice quivering. “I’m no traitor.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“I’m fine,” I reply. “This is all some misunderstanding and the quicker we have it cleared up the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” And then he comes right out with it, with an accusation. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of my standing. My reputation.” I’m aware of how arrogant I must sound but I plough on all the same. “Hooper simply can’t bear knowing that, once all this is over, I’ll be the one receiving the knighthood and he...”

“No-one will be getting a knighthood if the Germans invade,” Harris answers sharply. He casts a quick eye to the door of the Hut to check the latch is still down, then continues in more of a murmur: “Not you and not Hooper. Now answer me.” For the first time since the door closed, I wonder what the threat might be if I do not.

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“I don’t know what I’m suggesting. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

There’s an icy silence. He’s angry at my slippery answers. He waves an impetuous hand across the field table.

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“Quite right,” I answer smartly.

He stares back at me. “Let’s get straight to the point. Do you have the component?” Harris demands. “Do you know where it is?”

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“I’m no traitor,” I answer smartly.

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“Of course I do,” I answer.

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“No, I don’t. I’ve got work I should be doing tomorrow, and I need my rest...”

“Work that will be difficult for you to do, don’t you think?” Harris replies.

“They’ll have made a replacement by tomorrow,” I reply. “The war doesn’t stop over one missing reel.”

The reel went missing from the Bombe this afternoon. The four of us were in the Hut at the time, working on the latest intercept. It was Russell who noticed the machine producing strange results and found the gap in its plugboard. But as to who took - it could have been any of us.

And indeed, it must have been. The machine had been functioning as normal when we began our calculations. And then, a short few hours later, it was gone. We had to stop. There was nothing more we could do until it was replaced. The part was vital, just as the machine was vital, and so were the contents of the message, still unread twenty four hours later.

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“Yes.”

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“Yes.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

"I know nothing."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“Yes.”

Harris stares back at me. He cannot have expected it to be so easy to break me.

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“I know where it is.”

Harris stares back at me. He cannot have expected it to be so easy to break me.

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“Yes.”

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“I know where it is.”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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“Yes.”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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“No. I have no idea.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component that went missing this afternoon. I doubt that you’ve forgotten.”

He’s talking about the missing reel from the Bombe. Russell discovered it this afternoon when the machine began producing strange results. We were all in the Hut when it happened and it had been in place when we sat down to work. The conclusions had been obvious to all four of us immediately, but had gone undiscussed, even after the empty socket was located, the wiring torn on either side.

“Lucky these things are easy to replace,” Russell had remarked, and that had been that. We had stopped work, sent out for a new part to be machined. And drunk our tea and watched each other.

“Come now,” Harris says, quite the reasonable gent. “ As I told you. We’re not interviewing everyone. Only you. So. I think you can be a little more forthcoming.”

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“No. I have no idea.”

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“The component?”

“Yes,” Harris replies levelly. “The component.”

“Well, as soon as it went missing the machine started to malfunction. We recognised the discrepancies in our results straight away...”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. Shouldn’t I have a lawyer? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

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“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

“This is time of war,” Harris answers. His tone of voice has fallen down into darkness. “And by God, if I have to shoot you to recover the component or stop it falling into the wrong hands, I will, do you understand me?”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I know nothing about it.” My voice is shaking with anger as I try to speak. I’m not accustomed to facing off against the Commander - against any man with a gun in his holster. “I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“I don’t know what gives you the right to pick on me. I demand a lawyer. ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

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“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

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“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? Hooper? ”

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“There’s nothing to explain,” I reply stiffly. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“Explain what you should be doing, do you mean, rather than bullying me? Certainly.” I fold my arms. “I know where your component is because it’s obvious where your component is. That doesn’t mean I took it, just because I can figure out a simple problem, any more than it means I’m a German spy because I can crack their codes.”

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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“I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”

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“None of us are blameless, Harris. But you’re not my priest and I’m not yours. Now, please. Let me go. I’ll help you find this damn component, of course I will.”

He appears to consider the offer.

“Tell me, then,” he asks. “What’s your theory? You’re a smart fellow - as smart as they come around here, and that’s saying something. What’s your opinion on the missing component? Accident, perhaps? Or do you blame one of the other men? ”

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I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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I set the cup carefully down on the table once more. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“Yes.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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“I know where it is.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“Yes.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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I set the cup carefully down on the table once more. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“I know where it is.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“Yes.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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“I know where it is.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

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I set the cup carefully down on the table once more. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“Yes.”

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I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“I know where it is.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I set the cup carefully down on the table once more. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, trying to act natural. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

Tell him

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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“Yes.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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“I know where it is.”

Harris smiles with satisfaction, as if your willingness to talk was somehow a result of his clever techniques.

“I see.” There’s a long pause, like the endless delay between feeding in a line of cypher to the Bombe and waiting for its valves and cylinders to heat up enough to being processing. “Would you like to explain?”

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I leave the cup exactly where it is. “Why?” I ask coldly. “What’s in it?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I lift the cup and take a sip, staring him hard in the eye as I do so. He watches as I do so.

“Lapsang Souchong,” he remarks, placing his own cup down on the table with a clink. “Such a curious flavour. It might almost not be tea at all. You might say it hides a multitude of sins. As do you, isn’t that correct?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“An accident, naturally.” I risk a smile. “That damned machine, Harris; it’s made from spare parts and string. Even these huts leak when it rains. It wouldn’t take more than one fellow to trip over a cable to shake out a component and have it roll away across the floor. Have you tried looking under the thing?”

Harris doesn’t smile. “Do you suppose we haven’t? Do you supposed we haven’t combed every inch of this place already?”

In a sudden moment I understand that his reply is a threat.

“Now,” he continues. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I fold my arms, intended firmly to say nothing. But somehow, watching Harris’ face, I cannot bring myself to do it. I want to confess. I want to tell him everything I can, to explain myself to him, to earn his forgiveness. The sensation is so strong my will is powerless in the face of it.

Something is wrong with me, I am sure of it. There is a strange, bitter flavour on my tongue. I taste it as words start to form.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I fold my arms, intended firmly to say nothing. But somehow, watching Harris’ face, I cannot bring myself to do it. I want to confess. I want to tell him everything I can, to explain myself to him, to earn his forgiveness. The sensation is so strong my will is powerless in the face of it.

Something is wrong with me, I am sure of it. There is a strange, bitter flavour on my tongue. I taste it as words start to form.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer somewhat miserably. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I fold my arms, intended firmly to say nothing. But somehow, watching Harris’ face, I cannot bring myself to do it. I want to confess. I want to tell him everything I can, to explain myself to him, to earn his forgiveness. The sensation is so strong my will is powerless in the face of it.

Something is wrong with me, I am sure of it. There is a strange, bitter flavour on my tongue. I taste it as words start to form.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I fold my arms, intended firmly to say nothing. But somehow, watching Harris’ face, I cannot bring myself to do it. I want to confess. I want to tell him everything I can, to explain myself to him, to earn his forgiveness. The sensation is so strong my will is powerless in the face of it.

Something is wrong with me, I am sure of it. There is a strange, bitter flavour on my tongue. I taste it as words start to form.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer somewhat miserably. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer somewhat miserably. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I pause a moment, trying to choose my words. To just come out and say it, after a lifetime of hiding... I wouldn’t know how. To put it into words, bluntly and directly: that is a circle I cannot square.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I fold my arms, intended firmly to say nothing. But somehow, watching Harris’ face, I cannot bring myself to do it. I want to confess. I want to tell him everything I can, to explain myself to him, to earn his forgiveness. The sensation is so strong my will is powerless in the face of it.

Something is wrong with me, I am sure of it. There is a strange, bitter flavour on my tongue. I taste it as words start to form.

“I’ve done things,” I begin, uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But in the end, you understand. I had to. It felt like cutting off my own arm not to. Things I know I shouldn’t have. Things I perhaps regret.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

“I see,” Harris answers. “You’ve left yourself open. To pressure. Is that what you’re saying?”

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I open my mouth to disagree, but somehow the words will not come out. It is like Harris has taken a screwdriver to the sides of my jaw. My tongue feels thick and heavy.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “I’ve certainly done things I regret. Things I shouldn’t have done.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer smartly. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer smartly. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“Only that this process is unreasonable, and I believe you’re behaving like a swine.”

“You imbecile,” Harris replies, with sudden force. He is half out of his chair. “You know the situation as well as I do, so why all this fencing? The Hun are poised like rats, ready to run all over this country. They’ll destroy everything, you do understand that, don’t you? You’re not so locked up inside your crossword puzzles that you don’t see that, are you? And this machine we have here - you men - you are the best and only hope this country has. God help her.”

I sit back, startled by the force of his outburst. His carefully sculpted expression has curled to angry disgust and there is spit flecking his lips. He really does hate me, I think. He’ll have my neck just for the taste of it.

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found my letters. Haven’t you? In fact, if you haven’t, don’t tell me.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“All right.” With a sigh, your defiance collapses. "If you’re searched my things then I suppose you’ve found... what you need.

Harris nods once. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer smartly. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer smartly. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“You’re the one applying pressure here,” I answer smartly. “I’m just waiting until you tell me what is really going on.”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” I snap back. “What is this, Harris? You’re accusing me of treachery but I don’t see a shred of evidence for it! Why don’t you put your cards on the table?”

“It’s simple enough,” Harris replies. “I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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I shake my head violently, to say no, that’s not it, but whatever is wrong with tongue is wrong with neck too. I look across at the table at Harris’ face and realise with a start how sympathetic he is. Such a kind, generous man. How can I hold anything back from him?

I take another mouthful of the bitter, strange-tasting tea before answering.

“That’s exactly it,” I say quietly. “Harris. You understand. There are some things... which can get a man into a lot of trouble. Things one shouldn’t do.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t stiffen. He doesn’t lean away, or remove his hands from the table-top as though my condition might be infectious. I thought they trained them in the army to shoot my kind of sight but he does not.

Of course, he does not offer any sympathy either. He only nods, once. The understanding that has passed between us here is a mere turning cog in his calculations, with no meaning or righteousness to it.

“I’ve seen the same story a hundred times before,” he says. “A young man like yourself - clever, somewhat removed from the world. The kind that doesn’t go to parties, you might say. Who takes himself a little too seriously, perhaps. Takes things too far. Further than a man should allow a thing to go. That’s the story, isn’t it? You took things too far, and then you couldn’t take them back. And now they have you.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“I can imagine how being surrounded by clever men is pretty threatening for you, Commander,” I reply with a sneer. “They don’t train you to think in the Armed Forces.”

“Talk,” Harris demands. “Talk, now. Tell me where you’ve hidden it or who you’ve passed it to. Or God help me, but I’ll take your wretched pansy body to pieces looking for it, do you understand me?”

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“Now steady on,” I reply, gesturing for him to calm himself.

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“Then I’ll be going, on and getting on with my job of saving her, shall I?” I even rise half to my feet, before he slams the tabletop.

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

Harris looks at me with contempt. “You wretched little man. Don’t think your tongue will be able to get you out of trouble. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and you’re going to pay dearly. If a single man loses his life because of your pride and your perversions then God help your eternal soul. The fact is you committed a crime.” If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I always meant to tell you,” I tell him. “I thought perhaps I could find out who they were. Lead you to them.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I don’t want to go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“What could I do?” I’m shaking now. The night is cold and the heat-lamp in this hut has been removed, presumably to keep me alert and on edge. “ I won’t go to prison.”

“You committed a crime,” Harris answers. If I had any sense that he understood my predicament, and that he felt for my state of being, it collapses like a chain with a broken link. “You thought you could repair it with another, more serious crime?” He shakes his head. “I thought you men were supposed to be clever. But this is the action of a frightened woman. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“It’s not that bad. I can still fix it.”

Harris shakes his head. “This isn’t a problem to be cracked. This isn’t a puzzle. I’m sorry, but this is bigger than you now. Look. You can go to prison for what you’ve done, or we can change your identity and move you somewhere where your... indiscretions... can’t hurt anyone any more. But right now none of that matters. What happens to you, doesn’t matter. All that matters is where that component is. So I’d like you to tell me, now. Where is it?”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“Did you?” The worst of his rage is passing; he is now moving into a kind of contemptuous despair. I can imagine him wrapping up our interview soon, leaving the hut, locking the door, and dropping the key down the well in the yard. And why wouldn’t he? With my name tarnished they will not let me back to work on the Bombe - if there is the slightest smell of treachery about my name I would be lucky not be locked up for the remainder of the war. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

“I see.” He is starting to lose his temper - I can see it in the creases of his face. I have seen Harris angry a few times, with lackeys and secretaries and the like, usually over things sent late or incorrectly. But never with us. With the “brains” he has always been so cautious, treating us like children. And now I see that, like a father, he wants only to smack us when we disobey him. “I wish you’d stop with your deceptions and get to the truth, man. Every minute matters.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

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“I saw Hooper take it.”

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I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. Fighting as hard as I can, it does no good. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. Fighting as hard as I can, it does no good. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. Fighting as hard as I can, it does no good. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. Fighting as hard as I can, it does no good. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right. I’ll tell you what happened.” And never mind my shame, I think.

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work, you understand. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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I have in my head to blame Hooper, but somehow I cannot find a way to tell the story. Whatever they put in my tea, it has control of my tongue. Fighting as hard as I can, it does no good. I find myself collapsing, desperate to tell him everything, almost weeping with the shame of it.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

Harris is not letting me off any more. “You seriously considered that possibility?”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“You want me to tell you what happened? You’ll be disgusted, I’m quite sure.”

“I can imagine how it starts,” he growls.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Very well. I see there’s no point in covering up. You know everything anyway.”

Harris nods, and waits for me to continue.

“There was a young man, Harris. I met him in the town. A few months ago now. We got to talking - not about work. I said I was an accountant for a firm, just as I was supposed to. Although he seemed to know that wasn’t true. That got me wondering if he wasn’t one of us.”

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“Yes, I considered it. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“No. Not for more than a moment, of course. Everyone here is marked out by how little we would be willing to say about it.”

“Only you told this young man more than a little, didn’t you?”

I nod. “ He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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“I was quite certain, after a while. After we’d been talking. He seemed to know all about me. He... he indicated he was quite enchanted by my achievements.”

The way Harris is staring at me I almost expect him to strike me, but he does not. He replies, “I can see how that must have been attractive to you,” with such plain-spokeness I almost have to ask him to repeat it.

Of course, there is no-one else in the hut to hear the remark. He will no doubt deny it later.

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“No, Harris. I don’t think you can understand.”

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

“This young man was blackmailing you over your affair?”

As Harris speaks I find myself suddenly sharply aware, as if waking from a long sleep. The table, the corrugated walls of the hut, everything seems suddenly more tangible than a moment before. Perhaps whatever it was they put in my drink is wearing off?

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“Yes. Something like that. It’s a very lonely life otherwise. And the work we do - well. It only makes it worse. There’s barely a moment to oneself.”

“That’s how it is in the Service,” Harris answers. “I know you didn’t sign up for it but, well. There’s plenty of other men who didn’t who are serving now, too. Now, go on with your confession.”

That gives me pause, for a moment. I hadn’t thought of it as such. But I suppose that’s what this is. I am about to admit what I did, after all.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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I shift in my seat. “Not really. The boy was a simpleton, obviously. My intellectual inferior. His good opinion meant nothing to be. Harris, please do not misunderstand me. I was simply after his body.”

Harris, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Well, perhaps not: but he’ll have nightmares of this moment tonight. I’m almost tempted to reach out and try to take his hand to worsen it for him, but I hold back.

“Go on with your confession,” he replies. I shrug.

“There’s not much else to say. I took the part from Bombe computing device. You seem to know that already. I had to. He was going to expose me if I didn’t.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. I should have realised, of course. These things don’t happen by chance. I was a fool to think they might. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

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“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

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“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Hooper!” Harris exclaims, in surprise.

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

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“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No, Harris. The young man wasn’t blackmailing me.” I take a deep breath. “It was Hooper.”

“Now look here,” Harris interrupts. “Don’t start that again.”

“It’s the truth, Harris. If I’m going to jail, then so be it, but I won’t hang at Traitor’s Gate. Hooper was the one who told the boy about our work. Hooper put the boy on to me. And then, once he had me compromised, he demanded I steal the part from the machine.”

“Which you did.” Harris leans forward. “And then what? You still have it? You put it somewhere?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did. I know what you’re thinking. If I’ve transgressed once then I must be the guilty man for all the crimes in this compound... But I’m not, I tell you. We were close to cracking the 13th’s missive; trying our latest pattern and beginning to see some correlations in the data - and then Hooper disappeared for a moment and the machine went down.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did. I know what you’re thinking. If I’ve transgressed once then I must be the guilty man for all the crimes in this compound... But I’m not, I tell you. We were close to cracking the 13th’s missive; trying our latest pattern and beginning to see some correlations in the data - and then Hooper disappeared for a moment and the machine went down.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I can’t remember.”

He draws his gun and lays it lightly on the field table.

“I’m sorry to threaten you, friend. But His Majesty needs that brain of yours, and that brain alone. There are plenty of other parts to you that our country could do better without. Now I’ll ask you again. Did you hide the component?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did. I know what you’re thinking. If I’ve transgressed once then I must be the guilty man for all the crimes in this compound... But I’m not, I tell you. We were close to cracking the 13th’s missive; trying our latest pattern and beginning to see some correlations in the data - and then Hooper disappeared for a moment and the machine went down.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I did.”

I have become, somehow, an accustomed liar - the words roll easily off my tongue. Perhaps I am a traitor, I think, now that I dissemble as easily as one.

“Go on,” Harris says, giving me no indication of whether he believes my tale.

"I saw him take it."

"It couldn't have been anyone else."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

“I see. And what did he do with it?”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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“No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Very well then.” I swallow nervously, to make it look more genuine. “No. I passed it on to Hooper.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“At the moment when the machine halted, Peterson and Jefferies were by the work-table, Collins and Humph were out having a smoke. I was by the front of the machine checking over the dip-switches. Hooper was the only one around the back of the Bombe. No-one else could have done it.”

“That’s not quite the same as seeing him do it,” Harris remarks.

"When you have eliminated the impossible..."

"You have to believe me."

"Ask the others."

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

It’s all I can do not to gape.

“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

It’s all I can do not to gape.

“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

It’s all I can do not to gape.

“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know.”

“You can do better than that. Remember, there’s a hangman’s noose waiting for traitors.”

Theorise

Shrug

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

It’s all I can do not to gape.

“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

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"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

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“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

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“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

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“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“I saw him take it,” I reply, stubbornly. “Collins and Humph were outside having a cigarette, I think. The other two men were at the table. But I was at the front of the machine. I saw Hooper go around the side, and lean down, and pull something free. I even challenged him on it. I said, ‘What’s that? Someone put a nail through somewhere they shouldn’t have?’ He didn’t reply.”

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“When you have eliminated the impossible...” I begin, but Harris cuts me off.

“We are left with two possibilities, quite clearly. You, or Hooper.” The Commander pauses to smooth down his moustache. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Ask the others,” I reply, leaning back. “They’ll tell you. If they haven’t already, that’s only because they’re protecting Hooper. Hoping he’ll come to his senses and stop being an idiot. I hope he does too. And if you lock him up in a freezing hut like you’ve done me, I’m sure he will.”

“We have,” Harris replies simply.

It’s all I can do not to gape.

“Hooper’s in Hut 3 with the Captain, having a similar conversation.”

"And the other men?"

"Then you know I'm right."

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not certain whether he can trust me. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“Well, then,” I answer, nervously. “What would he do? Either get rid of it straight away - or if that wasn’t possible, which it probably wouldn’t be, since he’d have to arrange things with his contacts - so most likely, he’d hide it somewhere and wait, until you had the rope around my neck and he could be sure he was safe.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“I don’t think Hooper could have planned this in advance. So he’d need to get word to whoever he’s working with, and that would take time. So I think he would have hidden it somewhere, and be waiting to make sure I soundly take the fall. That way, if anything goes wrong, he can arrange for the part to be conveniently re-found.”

“Makes sense,” Harris agrees, cautiously. I can see he’s still not entirely convinced by my tale, as well he might not be - I’ve hardly been entirely straight with him. “Which means the question is, what can we do to rat him out?”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“We don’t have to believe anyone,” Harris replies sternly. “I intend to know the truth and be happy with nothing else. Right now, your story doesn’t hold water. It doesn’t tie up. We know you’ve been leaving yourself open to accusations. We’ve been watching your activities for some time. But we thought you were endangering the reputation of this site with the Government; not risking the country herself. Perhaps I put too much trust in your intellectual pride.”

He pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues:

“It might have been Hooper. It might have been you. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“And the other men? Do we have a hut each? Surely there aren’t enough senior officers to go round.”

“Collins and Humph were outside when the theft occurred. Everyone confirms that,” Harris replies. “That leaves you, Hooper, and the other two, who vouch for each other and frankly I’m inclined to believe them. But that’s all we know. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Then you know I’m right. You knew all along. Why did you threaten me?”

“We don’t know anything, except that we have a traitor, holding the fate of the country in their hands. No-one here is in the business of guessing, you know that. Our business is to decode. To get to the bottom of whatever’s going on. You’ve not placed yourself beyond suspicion and until you do so...” Harris shrugs. “I’m afraid I have fewer and fewer choices as time goes on. If that component has left these grounds then every minute is critical.”

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Oh, yes? And how, exactly?”

"I'll talk to him."

"We'll fool him."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’d be happy to help,” I answer, sympathetically, leaning forward across the table. “I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

“Like what, exactly?”

"Put me in with Hooper..."

"Tell Hooper I've confessed..."

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“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll talk to him.”

“What?”

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Put me in with Hooper. Maybe I can get something useful out of him. As his colleague.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Tell Hooper I’ve confessed. In fact, better yet, let him see you march me off in handcuffs. Then let him go, and watch him. Ten to one he’ll go straight to wherever he’s hidden that component and his game will be up.”

Harris nods slowly, chewing over the idea. It isn’t a bad plan even - except, of course, Hooper has not hidden the component, and won’t lead them anywhere. But that’s a problem I might be able to solve once I’m out of this place; and once they’re busy, dogging Hooper’s steps from hut to hut.

“It’s an interesting idea,” the Commander muses. “But I’m not so sure he’ll be that stupid. And if he’s already passed the part on, well, the whole thing will only be a waste of time.”

"Trust me. He hasn't."

"You're right. Let me talk to him."

"You're right."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You’re right. Let me talk to him, then. As a colleague. Maybe I can get something useful out of him.”

Harris shakes his head. “He despises you, doesn’t he? I don’t see why he’d give himself up to you.”

"Try me. Just me and him."

"You're right."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Trust me. He hasn’t. If I know that man, and I do, he’ll have wanted to keep his options open as long as possible. If the component’s gone then he’s committed and he’ll be hung for what he’s done. He’ll want to wait a week at least, make sure he’s escaped suspicion. And then he’ll pass it on.”

“And if we keep applying pressure to him, you think the component will eventually just turn up?”

"Yes."

"Or be thrown into the river."

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“All right,” he declares, gruffly. “We’ll try it. But if this doesn’t work, I might just put the both of you in front of a firing squad and be done with these games. Worse things happen in time of war, you know.”

“Alone,” I add.

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Try me. Just me and him.”

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

Harris considers it. I watch his eyes, flicking backwards and forwards over mine, like a ribbon-reader trying to load in its program.

"Well?"

"For God's sake, man, what do you have to lose?"

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. Probably under my bunk.”

Harris smiles wryly. “We’ll know that for a fake, then. We’ve looked there already. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Or be thrown into the river.”

“Hmm.” Harris chews his moustache thoughtfully. “Well, that would put us in a spot, seeing as how we’d never know for certain. We’d have to be ready to change our whole approach just in case the part had got through to the Germans. I don’t mind telling you, this is a disaster, this whole thing. What I want is to find that little bit of mechanical trickery anywhere. I don’t care where. In your luncheon box or under Hooper’s pillow, whatever. Just somewhere, and within the grounds of this place.”

"Then let him he think he's off the hook."

"Then you'd better get searching."

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“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

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No

Lie

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“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“We’ll fool him. He’s waiting to be sure that I’ve been strung up for this, so let’s give him what he wants. If he sees me taken away, clapped in irons - he’ll go straight to that component and set about getting rid of it.”

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Hooper’s in Hut 3 being debriefed by the Captain. Let’s see if we can’t get his attention somehow.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“Then let him think he’s off the hook. Make a show of me. And then you’ll get your man.”

Somehow, I think. But that’s the part I need to work.

Harris gets to his feet. “All right,” he says. “I should no better than to trust a clever man, but we’ll give it a go.” Then, he smiles, with all his teeth, like a wolf. “Especially since this is a plan that involves keeping you in handcuffs. I don’t see what I have to lose.”

He raps on the door for the guard and gives the man a quick instruction. He returns a moment later with a cool pair of iron cuffs.

“Put ‘em up,” Harris instructs, and I do so. The metal closes around my wrists like a trap. I stand and follow Harris willingly out through the door.

But whatever I’m doing with my body, my mind is scheming. Somehow, I’m thinking, I have to get away from these men long enough to get that component behind Hut 2 and put it somewhere Hooper will go. Or, otherwise, somehow get Hooper to go there himself...

Harris marches me over to Hut 3, and gestures for the guard to stand aside. Pushing me forward, he opens the door nice and wide.

“Captain. Manning talked. If you’d step out for a moment?”

Play the part, head down

Look inside the hut

Call to Hooper

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“For God’s sake, man, what do you have to lose?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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“Well?”

“We’ll be outside the door,” Harris replies, seriously. “The first sign of any funny business and we’ll have you both on the floor in minutes. You understand? The country needs your brain, but it’s not too worried about your legs. Remember that.”

Then he gets to his feet, and opens the door, and marches me out and across the yard. The evening is drawing in and there’s a chill in the air. My mind is racing. I have one opportunity here - a moment in which to put the fear of God into Hooper and make him do something foolish to place himself in harm’s way. But how to achieve it?

“You ready?” Harris demands.

Yes

No

Lie

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I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

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“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

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“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have a single moment to shout something to Hooper before the door closes.

“I’ll get you Hooper, you’ll see!” I cry. Then:

"Queen to rook two, checkmate!"

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!"

"Messy, without one missing cache!"

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No.”

“Too bad.” Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Absolutely.”

Harris opens the door and pushes me inside. “Captain,” he calls. “Could I have a moment?”

The Captain, looking puzzled, steps out. The door is closed. Hooper stares at me, open-mouthed, about to say something. I probably have less than a minute before the Captain storms back in and declares this plan to be bunkum.

Threaten him

Bargain with him

Plead with him

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

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“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

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Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

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Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

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“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

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“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

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From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

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Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

Lie

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

Accept it

Evade it

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Ask not for whom the bell tolls!”

He stares back at me, as if were a madman and perhaps for a split second I see him shudder.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From where he’s sitting, I know Hooper can see me, so I keep my head down and look guilty as sin. The bastard is probably smiling.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I look in through the door and catch Hooper’s expression. I had half expected him to be smiling be he isn’t. He looks shocked, almost hurt. “Iain,” he murmurs. “You couldn’t...”

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“This scheme of yours had better come off,” he hisses in my ear. “Otherwise the Captain is going to start having men tailing me to see where I go on Saturdays.”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Hooper, I’ll make a deal with you. We both know what happened in that hut this afternoon. I know because I did it, and you know because you know you didn’t. But once this is done I’ll be rich, and I’ll split that with you. I’ll let you have the results, too. Your name on the discovery of the Bombe. And it won’t hurt the war effort - you know as well as me that the component on its own is worthless, it’s the wiring of the Bombe, the usage, that’s what’s valuable. So how about it?”

Hooper looks back at me, appalled. “You’re asking me to commit treason?”

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No

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“Please, Hooper. You don’t understand what’s at stake. They have information on me. What I’ve done. I don’t need to tell you what I’ve done, you know. I know you do. And I know you think it’s wrong, but please man, have a soul. They were going to ruin me. And the component - it’s nothing. It’s not the secret of the Bombe, or even of what we’re doing here. It’s just a part. The German’s think it’s a weapon - a missile component or a detonator. Let them have it! Please, man. Just help me.”

“Help you?” Hooper stares, as I have gone mad. “Help you? You’re a traitor, Iain. You’re a traitor. A snake in the grass. And you’re queer.”

Deny it

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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Try the windows

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

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“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It will. Hooper’s running scared,” I reply, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“The Captain thought it was a good scheme. You’ll most likely get a promotion.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“No. It’s not treason. It’s a trade, plain and simple.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes, perhaps. But also to ensure your name goes down in the annals of mathematics. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m no traitor, damn it. You know I’m not. How much work have I done here? Against the Germans? Cracking their codes? Understanding their secrets? I’ve given it my all! And you know as well as I do, if the Reich were to invade, I would be a dead man for being what I am. So please, Hooper. I’m not doing any of this lightly. But I’m in a jam!”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I am what I am,” I reply. “I’m the way nature made me. But they’re going to hang me unless you help me, Hooper. Don’t let them hang me.”

“Assuming I wanted to help you,” he replies, carefully. “Which I don’t. What would I do?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing.

All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM."

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

Try the windows

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“That’s not important now. What matters is what you do, this evening. All you have to do is go to the back of Hut 2. There’s a breeze-block with a cavity. That’s where I’ve put it. I’ll be locked up overnight, I should think. But you can pick it up and pass it to my contact. He’ll be at the south fence around two AM.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. How am I supposed to manage anything from in here?

Wait

Try the door

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I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

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I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure the Commander will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

From outside, I hear a voice. Hooper’s. He’s someone, for something.

Listen at the keyhole

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

Try the door

Smash the window

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

Smash the window

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

Listen at the keyhole

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I go over to the window and try to jimmy it open. Not much luck, but in my struggling I notice this window only backs on the thin little brook that runs down the back of the compound. Which means, if I smashed it, I might get away with no-one seeing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I wait a few minutes, to be sure Hooper and the Captain will have gone, then try the door. It’s locked, all right. I’m not really one for picking locks. Never tried it. I don’t think I’ll be getting out that way.

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I put my ear down to the keyhole, but there’s nothing now. Probably still a guard outside, of course, but they’re keeping mum.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The window is my only way out of here. I just need a way to smash it.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I pat down my pockets but all I’m carrying is the intercept, which is no good at all.

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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I suppose my fist would do a good enough job. But I’d cut myself to ribbons, most likely. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Ah, but of course! I slip off one shoe and heft it by the toe. The heel will make a decent enough hammer, if I give it enough wallop.

But I’ll cut my hand to ribbons doing it. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is nothing but brute force.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a shoe.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I cast around the small room. There’s a bucket in one corner for emergencies - I suppose I could use that. I pick it up but it’s not very easy to heft. And the noise would be terrible. There must be a way of making this easier. I’m supposed to be a thief now. What would a burglar do?

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

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The bucket

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Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, a bucket, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

The bucket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Work carefully? It’s difficult to work carefully when all one’s has is a bucket. It’s rather like the sledgehammer for the proverbial nut.

Just do it

Look around for something

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bucket? Hardly. The bucket might do some good if I wanted to sweep up the glass afterwards, but it won’t help me smash the glass quietly.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Let me see. There’s the bunk, nothing else. I have my jacket but nothing in the pockets - no handkerchief, for instance.

The bunk

The jacket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

Something else

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The bunk has a solid metal frame, a blanket, a pillow, nothing more.

The frame

The blanket

The pillow

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

The frame

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

The blanket

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The frame is heavy and solid. I couldn’t lift it or shift it without help from another man. And it wouldn’t do me any good here anyway. I can reach the window perfectly well.

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The pillow is fat and fluffy. I could put it over the window and it would muffle the sound of breaking glass, certainly; but I wouldn’t be able to break any glass through it either.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft back my arm, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft my shoe by its toe, and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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The blanket. Perfect. I scoop it up off the bed and hold it in place over the window. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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I slip off my jacket and hold it with one hand over the glass. This should do it. Then I heft the bucket - this really is quite a fiddly thing to be doing, and I need far longer arms, especially in cuffs - and take a strong swing, trying to imagine it’s Harris’ face on the other side.

The sound of the impact is muffled. With my arm still covered, I sweep out the remaining glass in the frame. I’m ready to escape. The only trouble is - when they look in on me in the morning, there will be no question what has happened. It won’t help me one jot with shifting suspicion off my back.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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Moving quickly and quietly, I hoist myself up onto the window-frame and worm my way outside into the freezing night air. Then I’m away, slipping down the paths between the Huts, sticking to the shadows, on my way to Hut 2.

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There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There’s no time to lose. Throwing caution to the wind I make my way quickly to Hut 2, and around the back. I don’t think I’ve been followed, or seen but if I have, it’s too late. My actions are suspicious enough for anyone’s noose. I have no choice but to follow through.

The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

In case I’m being followed, I divert around the perimeter of the compound. It’s a much longer path, and it takes me across some terrain that’s difficult to negotiate in the dark - muddy, and thick with thistles and nestles.

Still, I can be confident no-one is following, as I hear nothing. I crouch down behind the rear wall of Hut 2. The component is still there, wrapped in a tea-towel and shoved into a cavity in a breeze-block at the base of the Hut wall.

Take it

Leave it

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Queen to rook two, checkmate!” I call, then laugh viciously, as if I am damning him straight to hell.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

Reassure

Dissuade

Evade

Say nothing

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Messy, without one missing cache!” I cry, laughing spitefully. It isn’t the best clue, hardly worthy of the Times, but it will have to do.

I only catch Hooper’s reaction for a moment - his eyebrow lifts in surprise and alarm. Good. If he thinks it is a threat then he just might be careless enough to go looking for what it might mean.

The Captain comes outside, pulling the door to. “What’s this?” he asks. “A confession? Just like that?”

“No,” the Commander admits, in a low voice. “I’m afraid not. Rather more a scheme. The idea is to let Hooper go and see what he does. If he believes we have Manning here in irons, he’ll try to shift the component.”

“If he has it.”

“Indeed.”

The Captain peers at me for a moment, like I was some kind of curious insect.

“Sometimes, I think you people are magicians,” he remarks. “Other times you seem more like witches. Very well.”

With that he opens the door to the Hut and goes back inside. The Commander uses the moment to hustle me roughly forward.

“And what was all that shouting about?” he hisses in my ear as we move towards the barracks. “Are you trying to pull something? Or just make me look incompetent?”

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“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

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“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

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Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

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Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Listen to me, Hooper. We were the only men in that hut today, so we know what happened. But I want you to know this. I put the component inside a breeze-block in the foundations of Hut 2, wrapped in one of your shirts. They’re going to find it eventually, and that’s going to be what tips the balance. And there’s nothing you can do to stop any of that from happening.”

His eyes bulge with terror. “What did I do, to you? What did I ever do?”

Tell the truth

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Evade

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Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Quickly, I pull it free, and slip it into the pocket of my jacket.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Go to Hooper's dorm

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

Wait

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“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Just adding to the drama,” I tell him, confidently. “I’m sure you can understand that.”

“I think we’ve had enough drama today already,” Harris replies. “Let’s hope for a clean kill.”

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m not trying to do anything except save my neck.”

“Let’s hope things work out,” Harris agrees darkly.

He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“We’re still in ear-shot if they let Hooper go. Best get us inside and then we can talk, if we must.”

“I’ve had enough of your voice for one day,” Harris replies grimly. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I let him have his rant. He hustles me up the steps of the barracks, keeping me firmly gripped as if I had any chance of giving him, a trained military man, the slip. It’s all I can do not to fall into the room.

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. I can only hope that Hooper bites on my baited hook. If he thinks I’m mad and bitter enough to have framed him somehow, and arrogant enough to have taunted him with a clue to where the damning evidence is hidden... if he hates me enough, and is paranoid enough, then he might unravel my little riddle and go searching around Hut 2.

Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You treated me like vermin. Like something abhorrent.”

“You are something abhorrent.”

“I wasn’t. Not when I came here. And I won’t be, once you’re gone.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Nothing,” I reply. “You’re just the other man in the room. One of us has to get the blame.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember what I said. I’ve beaten you, Hooper. Remember that.”

I get to my feet and open the door of the Hut. The Captain storms back inside and I’m quickly thrown out. Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m suggesting you save your own skin. I’ve wrapped that component in one of your shirts, Hooper. They’ll be searching this place top to bottom. They’ll find it eventually, and when they do, that’s the thing that will swing it against you. So take my advice now.”

“If you think I’ll do that then you’re crazy,” Hooper replies.

At that moment the door flies open and the Captain comes storming back inside.

Harris hustles me over to the barracks. “I hope that’s the end of it,” he mutters as he pushes me up the steps.

“Just be sure to let him out,” I reply. “And then see where he goes.”

And then they slam the door shut, and it locks. Thinking back, I should have wrapped the part from the Bombe in one of his shirts before hiding it, that would have been a clever move. I really do make a terrible spy.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Has Hooper taken my bait?

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

To Hooper's dorm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps, if Hooper has managed to incriminate himself, the guards have been removed?

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Next. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Well, then. To Hooper’s dorm. Time to wrap up this little game once and for all.

I creep around the outside of the Huts. All are quiet, steel-grey in the hazy moonlight; a few shining copper from arc-lamps strung from the trees. A few guards patrol the area at night but not many - after all, very few know this place even exists.

Our quarters are arranged away from the House; where we sleep is of less importance than where we work. We each have our own Hut, through some are less permanent than other’s. Hooper’s is a military issue tent: quite a large canopy, with two rooms inside and a short porch area where he insists people leave their shoes. It’s all zipped up for the night and no light shines from inside.

I hang back for a moment. If Harris is keeping to the terms of our deal then someone will be watching this place. But I can see no-one.

Open the outer zip

Look for another opening

Hide the component somewhere

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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Be cold

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

Be cold

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

Be friendly

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Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes. I’m woken by a rooster calling from the yard behind the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up from the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

The door handle turns and without knocking, Harris comes inside. “You’re up,” he remarks, and then, “You smell like an animal.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

If I leave the component here somewhere it should be somewhere I can rely on Hooper finding it, but no-one before Hooper. In particular.

Behind the tent

Inside the porch section

On top of the canvas

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I suppose I do rather.” I laugh, but Harris does not.

“This damn business gets worse and worse,” he says, talking as he goes over to unlock and throw open the window. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“So would you,” I reply tartly. Harris raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been through worse than this,” he replies matter-of-factly. “It’s hardly my fault if you sleep in your clothes.”

I glare back at him.

He goes over to the window, unlocks it and throws it open, relishing the fresh air from outside. “Hooper’s confessed, you know.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

Try on top of the tent

Give up

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Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

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Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

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Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

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Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Making a wide circuit I creep around the tent. It has plenty of other flaps and openings, tied down with Gordian complexity. But nothing afford itself to slipping the component inside.

Try the porch zip

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“He has? I knew he would. The worm.”

“Steady now. Matters aren’t over yet. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. For what that’s worth. There’s still the issue of the component. It hasn’t turned up. He didn’t lead us to it. I guess he figured you must have had something on him. I don’t know.”

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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I creep forward to the tent, intent on lifting the zip to the front porch area just a little - enough to slip the component inside, and without the risk of the noise waking Hooper from his snoring.

The work is careful, and more than little fiddly - Hooper has tied the zips down on the inside, the fastidious little bastard! - but after a little work I manage to make a hole large enough for my hand.

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Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

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Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

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Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

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Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Escape the compound

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Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“You mean he confessed of his own accord? You didn’t catch him?”

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Well, I’m glad his conscience finally caught up with him,” I reply dismissively.

“The Captain went back into that hut and he confessed immediately. We were so surprised we didn’t let you go.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m rather sorry about that now, but I suppose we’ll let you go know. I suggest you have a wash.”

And with that he gestures to the doorway.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Escape the compound

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Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Still there means no-one has found it, which means it is probably well-hidden. And short of skipping the compound now, I can afford to leave it hidden there a while longer. So I leave it in place.

Where now?

Go back to the barracks

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Then pause. This is too transparent. Too blatant. If I leave it here, like this, Hooper will never be seen to go looking for it: he will stumble over it in plain sight, and the men watching will wonder why it was not there when he went to bed.

No, I must try something else - or nothing at all.

On top of the tent

Throw the component into the long grass

Give up

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Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

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It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

Don't go

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

Don't go

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

Don't go

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hang back a moment. Something does not seem quite right. After all, Hooper did not steal the component. He has no reason to confess to anything. Perhaps this is another trap?

“Well?” Harris asks. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you want to confess now as well, I don’t think my head could stand it.”

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

Don't go

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this place. Time for me to get moving. I can get to the train station on foot, catch the postal train to Scotland and be somewhere else before anyone realises that I’m gone.

Of course, then they’ll be looking for me in earnest. As a confirmed traitor.

Go

Don't go

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. Nothing I can do will be any less than obvious - something appearing where something was not there before. The men watching Hooper will know it is a deception and Hooper’s protestations will be taken at face value.

If I can’t find a way for Hooper to pick the component up, as if from a hiding place of his own devising, and be caught doing it, then I have no plan at all.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Toss the component into the bushes

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

There is nothing to be gained here. I have the component now; maybe it will be of some value tomorrow.

Return to my barrack

Escape the compound

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

After a chance like this? A chance - however real - to save my neck? To hand it over - what, to save Hooper’s worthless skin?

Confess

Don't confess

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

Please turn back a page

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s no good. That’s only half a solution. I couldn’t be happy with that.

Back to the barracks

Please turn back a page

Please turn forward a page

The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The weight of the Bombe component safely in my jacket, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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A neat idea strikes me. If I could place it on top of the canvas, somewhere in the middle where it would bow the cloth inwards, then it would be invisible to anyone passing by. But to Hooper, it would be above him: a shadow staring him in the face as he awoke. What could be more natural than getting up, coming out, and looking to see what had fallen on him during the night?

It’s the work of a moment. I was once an excellent bowler for the second XI back at school. This time I throw underarm, of course, but I still land the vital missing component exactly where I want it to go.

For a second I hold my breath, but nothing and no-one stirs. Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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I see. Perhaps you think I bullied the man into giving himself up. Perhaps he understood my little clue far enough to know it was a threat against him, but not well enough to understand where he should look to find it. So he took the easy route out and folded. Gave me the hand.

Hardly sporting, is that it?

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

From inspiration - or desperation, I am not certain - a simple approach occurs to me. I toss the component away into the bushes behind Hooper’s tent and return to my barrack, wishing myself a long sleep followed by a morning, free of this business.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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A neat idea strikes me. If I could place it on top of the canvas, somewhere in the middle where it would bow the cloth inwards, then it would be invisible to anyone passing by. But to Hooper, it would be above him: a shadow staring him in the face as he awoke. What could be more natural than getting up, coming out, and looking to see what had fallen on him during the night?

It’s the work of a moment. I was once an excellent bowler for the second XI back at school. This time I throw underarm, of course, but I still land the vital missing component exactly where I want it to go.

For a second I hold my breath, but nothing and no-one stirs. Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

Deny it

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

Deny it

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion, and that is his being dim-witted and slow. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion, and that is his being dim-witted and slow. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion, and that is his being dim-witted and slow. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion, and that is his being dim-witted and slow. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one fashion - if I successfully implied to him that I had him framed, but he did not unpack my little clue well enough to go looking for the component. Well, I had figured him for a more intelligent opponent, but a resignation from the game will suffice. Or perhaps he knew he would be followed if he went to check, and decided he would be doomed either way.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one way - and that’s that he believed me, and reasoned that he would be followed. So to try and uncover the component would have got him arrest, to confess was just the same. He simply caved, and threw in his hand.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one way - and that’s that he believed me, and reasoned that he would be followed. So to try and uncover the component would have got him arrest, to confess was just the same. He simply caved, and threw in his hand.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

Check

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Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one way - and that’s that he believed me, and reasoned that he would be followed. So to try and uncover the component would have got him arrest, to confess was just the same. He simply caved, and threw in his hand.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

Check

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“I certainly don’t. But still, I’m surprised. I had Hooper down for a full-blown double agent, a traitor. He knows he’ll face the rope, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t ask me to explain why he did what he did,” Harris sighs. “Just be grateful that he did, and you’re now off the hook.”

Curiouser and curiouser. I nod once to Harris and slip outside into the cold morning air.

Hooper’s confession only makes sense in one way - and that’s that he believed me, and reasoned that he would be followed. So to try and uncover the component would have got him arrest, to confess was just the same. He simply caved, and threw in his hand.

Of course, however, there is only one way to be certain that Harris is telling the truth, and that is to find a quiet moment and check the breeze-block at the back of Hut 2.

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

Wait a little longer

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

Wait a little longer

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

Wait a little longer

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my fist and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my shoe and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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Enough of this. There isn’t any time to lose. Right now they’ll be following Hooper as he goes to bed, and goes to sleep; and then that’s it. The minute he closes his eyelids and drifts off that’s the moment that this trap swings shut on me.

So I punch out the glass with my bucket and it shatters with a terrific noise. Then I stop, and wait, to see if anyone will come in through the door.

Nothing.

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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I settle down to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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It’s useless. There’s nothing I can do but hope. I sit down on one corner of the bunk to wait.

Night falls. The clockwork of the heavens keeps turning, whatever state I might be in. No-one can steal the components that make the sun go down and the stars come out. I watch it performing its operations. I can’t sleep.

Look of out the window

Listen at the door

Wait

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So perhaps I should wait it out, after all. Who knows? I might have a better opportunity later.

The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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The rest of the night passes slowly. I sleep a little, dozing mostly. Then I’m woken by the rooster in the yard. The door opens, and Harris comes in. He takes one look at the broken window and frowns with puzzlement.

“What happened there?”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

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Evade

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

Deny it

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

Deny it

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

Be optimistic

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

Wait

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

Deny it

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

Tell the truth

Lie

Evade

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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No

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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No

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

Yes

No

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Plenty of time for that later. If there is nothing there, then Hooper discovered the component after all and Harris’ men will have swooped on him, and the story about his confession is just a ruse to test me out. And if the component is still there - well. It will be just as valuable to my young man in the village in a week’s time, and his deadline of the 31st is not quite upon us.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

And everything will proceed as before. The component will mean nothing to the Germans - this is the one fact I could never have explained to a man like Harris despite the fact that the principle behind the Bombe is the same as the principle behind an army. The individual pieces - the men, the components - do not matter. They are quite identical. It is how they are arranged that counts. The structures and patterns that they form.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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No

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

Admit it

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

Wait

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

Be optimistic

Be pessimistic

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the broken window. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I pause for a moment longer. It doesn’t do to be too careless...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’ll never know if I hadn’t have waited that extra moment - maybe I still could have got away. But, how far?

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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With my jacket wrapped round my arm, I sweep out the remaining shards of glass. It’s not a big window, but I’m not a big man. If I was Harris, I’d be stuffed, but as it is...

Then the door locks turns. The door opens. Then Jeremy - one of the guards, rather - sticks his head through the door. “I thought I heard...”

He stops. Looks for a moment. Sees the bucket in my hand. Then without a moment’s further thought he blows his shrill whistles and hustles into the hut, grabbing me roughly by my arms.

I’m hustled into one of the huts. Nowhere to sleep, but they’re not interested in my comfort any longer. Harris comes in with the Captain.

“So,” Harris remarks. “Looks like your little trap worked. Only it worked to show you out for what you are.”

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I slide the component into the tent, work the zip closed, and move quickly away into the shadows. It takes a few minutes for my breath to slow, and my heart to stop hammering, but I see no other movement. If anyone is watching Hooper’s tent, they are asleep at their posts.

Satisfied, I return the short way up the paths between the huts to the barrack block and the broken window.

It’s a little harder getting back through - the window is higher off the ground than the floor inside - but after a decent bit of jumping and hauling I manage to get my elbows up, and then one leg, and finally I collapse inside, quite winded and out breath.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

Perhaps Hooper is there, in the dark, trying to help me after all?

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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I put my ear to the keyhole but can make out nothing. Are there still guards posted? Perhaps the component has been found and the crisis is over.

Perhaps the door is unlocked and they left me to sleep? I try the handle. No such luck.

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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I peer out of the window, but it looks out onto the little brook at the back of the compound, with no view of the other huts or the House. Who knows if there are men up, searching the base of Hut 2, following one another with flashlights...

The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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There is nothing I can do to speed up time. The night draws on at its own pace. I suppose by morning I will know my fate.

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“I’m not sure. I was asleep: I woke up when someone broke the window. I looked out to see who it was, but they were already gone.”

Harris looks at me with puzzlement. “Someone came by to break the window, and then ran off? That’s absurd. That’s utterly absurd. Admit it, Manning. You tried to escape and you couldn’t get through.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“Then you’d better get searching,” I reply, tiring of his complaining. A war is a war, you have to expect an enemy. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

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“Please, Harris. You can’t understand the pressure they put me under. You can’t understand what it’s like, to be in love but be able to do nothing about it...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Please, Harris. You can’t understand the pressure they put me under. You can’t understand what it’s like, to be in love but be able to do nothing about it...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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“Then you’d better get searching,” I reply, tiring of his complaining. A war is a war, you have to expect an enemy. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

Wait

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“Please, Harris. You can’t understand the pressure they put me under. You can’t understand what it’s like, to be in love but be able to do nothing about it...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Please, Harris. You can’t understand the pressure they put me under. You can’t understand what it’s like, to be in love but be able to do nothing about it...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

Yes

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

Yes

No

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

He turns the component over in his hands, bemused.

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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I lean back. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m sure I saw him this evening, talking to someone by the fence on the woodland side of the compound. He’s probably passed it on already. You’ll have to ask him.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“Yes. I suppose he was their agent. I should have realised but I didn’t. Then he threatened to tell you. I thought you would have me locked up: I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I love working here. I’ve never been so happy, so successful, anywhere before. I didn’t want to lose it.”

“So what did you do with the component?” Harris talks urgently. He grips his gloves tightly in one hand, perhaps prepared to lift them and strike if it is required. “Have you passed it to this man already? Have you left it somewhere for him to find?”

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

If he didn’t, of course, and Harris was telling the truth about his sudden confession, then I will be able to buy my freedom once and for all.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but if it was his recovering it from Hut 2 then I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Harris. They were blackmailing me. They knew about... certain indiscretions. You can understand, can’t you, Harris? I was in an impossible bind...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

Do I, I wonder? Do I owe this country anything, this country that has spurned who and what am I since the day I became a man?

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“Then you’d better get searching,” I reply, tiring of his complaining. A war is a war, you have to expect an enemy. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“Harris. They were blackmailing me. They knew about... certain indiscretions. You can understand, can’t you, Harris? I was in an impossible bind...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“I had to get out, Harris. I had to provoke Hooper into doing something that would incriminate himself fully. He’s too clever, you see...”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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“This proves nothing,” I reply stubbornly. “You still don’t have the component and without it, I don’t see what you can hope to prove.”

“Be quiet, man. We know all about your and your sordid affairs.” The Captain curls his lip. “Don’t you know there’s a war on? Do you know the kind of place they would have sent you if it haven’t had been for that brain of yours? Don’t you think you owe it to your country to use it a little more?”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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Morning comes slowly, but I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know the rooster is calling and a cool, fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. I barely have time to wipe the sleep from my eyes and brush myself down before the door opens and Harris enters.

He takes one look around, and sighs, a deep, wistful sigh.

“Things just get worse and worse for you, Manning,” he remarks. “You are your own worst enemy.”

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“Someone threw this in through the window over night,” I reply, and open my jacket to reveal the component from the Bombe. “I couldn’t see who, it was too dark. But I know what it is.”

He reaches out and takes it. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “That’s it all right. And you didn’t have it on you when we put you in here. But it can’t have been Hooper - I had men watching him all night. And there’s no-one else it could have been.”

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Morning comes with the call of a rooster from the yard of the House. I must have slept after all. I pull myself up off the bunk, shivering slightly. There is condensation on the inside of the window. I have probably given myself a chill.

It’s not long after that Harris enters the hut. He closes the door behind him, careful as ever, then takes a chair across from me.

“You smell like a dog,” he remarks.

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“I broke it,” I reply. There doesn’t seem any use in trying to lie. “I thought I could escape. But I couldn’t get myself through.”

The Commander laughs. “Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“All right. All right. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Shame,” he remarks. “I should have left that window open and put a guard on you. Might have been interesting to see where you went. Anyway, I’m glad you’re still here, even if you do smell like a dog.”

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“Then you’d better get searching,” I reply, tiring of his complaining. A war is a war, you have to expect an enemy. “It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

Harris harrumphs. He’s thinking it all over.

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“You’re right.” I shake my head. “You’re right. I don’t see how I can help you after all. So, there’s only one conclusion.”

“Oh, yes? And what’s that?”

“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“It’s your problem. Your security breach. So much for your careful vetting process.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms so the way they shake will not be visible. “You’d better get on with solving it, instead of wasting your time in here with me.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

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My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a bath.”

“Well, you should enjoy it. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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“I imagine I’ll smell worse after another couple of days of this.”

“That won’t be necessary. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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“I tell you, someone broke it. Someone wanted to threaten me, I think.”

Harris shakes his head. “Well, we can look into that matter later. For now, you probably want to hear the more pressing news. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

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“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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“I don’t have it any more. I passed it through the fence to my contact straight after taking it, before it was discovered to be missing. It would have been idiocy to do differently. It’s long gone, I’m afraid.”

“You fool, Manning,” Harris curses, getting quickly to his feet. “You utter fool. Do you suppose you will be any better off living under Hitler? It’s men like you who will get us all killed. Men too feeble, too weak in their hearts to stand up and take a man’s responsibility for the world. You’re happier to stay a child all your life and play with your little childish toys.”

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It won’t take a moment to settle the matter. I can justify a walk past Hut 2 as part of my morning stroll. It will be obvious in a moment if the component is still there.

On my way across the paddocks, between the huts and the House, I catch sight of young Miss Lyon, arriving for work on her bicycle. She giggles as she sees me and waves.

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It won’t take a moment to settle the matter. I can justify a walk past Hut 2 as part of my morning stroll. It will be obvious in a moment if the component is still there.

On my way across the paddocks, between the huts and the House, I catch sight of young Miss Lyon, arriving for work on her bicycle. She giggles as she sees me and waves.

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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Frame Hooper

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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It won’t take a moment to settle the matter. I can justify a walk past Hut 2 as part of my morning stroll. It will be obvious in a moment if the component is still there.

On my way across the paddocks, between the huts and the House, I catch sight of young Miss Lyon, arriving for work on her bicycle. She giggles as she sees me and waves.

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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Frame Hooper

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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Frame Hooper

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

Protest

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Frame Hooper

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“I’m looking forward to having a bath.”

“Well, you should enjoy it. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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“I imagine I’ll smell worse after another couple of days of this.”

“That won’t be necessary. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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“I tell you, someone broke it. Someone wanted to threaten me, I think.”

Harris shakes his head. “Well, we can look into that matter later. For now, you probably want to hear the more pressing news. We found the missing component. Or rather, Hooper found it for us. He snuck out of his tent first thing in the morning and retrieved it from on top. Of all the damnest places - you would never have known it was there. He acted all surprised about it when we jumped him, of course, as you might expect - but it was good enough for me.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

Be interested

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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My anger deflates like a collapsing equation, all arguments cancelling each other out. The world, of course, owes me nothing; and I owe it everything.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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Of course not. I am alone; that is what they wanted me to be, because of who and what I love. So I have no nation, no country.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

But what is a country, after all? A country is not a concept, not an ideal. Every country falls, its borders shift and move, its language disappears to be replaced by another. Neither the Reich nor the British Empire will survive forever, so what use is my loyalty to either?

I may as well, therefore, look after myself. Something I have attempted, but failed miserably, to do.

“I’m afraid we have only one option, Manning,” Harris says. “Please, man. Tell us where the component is.”

Tell them

Say nothing

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ve thought so before.” Certainly in the matter of getting blackmailed.

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“I’ve thought so before.”

“Let me tell you what happened this morning. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Right now, I think you take that role, Harris,” I reply coolly.

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

Be interested

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“I’m looking forward to having a wash and a change of clothes; which should make a little less evil to be around.”

“Very droll,” he replies. “Let me tell you what happened this morning, and see if it takes the smile off your face. Our men watching Hooper’s tent saw Hooper wake up, get dressed, clamber out of his tent and then remark with surprise as, while looking for his shoes, he stumbled on something just at the entrance of his tent.”

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“Perhaps Hooper had an accomplice. Someone else who works on site.”

Harris shakes his head, distractedly. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says. “Why go to all the trouble of stealing it only to give it back? And why like this?”

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“I’m looking forward to a long bath,” I reply. “And getting back to work.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“So would you after the night I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

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“I’m going to go outside and organise a rope. That’ll take about twelve minutes. That’s how long you have to decide.”

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“If I wanted to escape, I would have made damn sure that I could,” I tell him sternly.

“Well, I’m afraid it is going to get worse for you,” Harris replies soberly. “We followed Hooper, and he took himself neatly to bed and slept like a boy scout. Which puts us back to square one, and you firmly in the frame. And I’m afraid I don’t have time for any more games. I want you to tell me where that component is, or we will hang you as a traitor.”

He passes a hand across his eyes with a long look of despair.

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“No,” Harris declares, finally. “I think you’re lying about Hooper. I think you’re a clever, scheming young man - that’s why we hired you - and you’re looking for the only reasonable out this situation has to offer. But I’m not taking it. We know you were in the room with the machine, we know you’re of a perverted persuasion, we know you have compromised yourself. There’s nothing more to say here. Either you tell me what you’ve done with that component, or we will hang you and search just as hard. It’s your choice.”

He gets to his feet, and gathers his gloves from the table top.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. Here it is.”

I open my jacket and pull the Bombe component out of my pocket. Harris takes it from me, whistling, curious.

“Well, I’ll be. That’s it all right.”

“That’s it.”

“But you didn’t have it on you yesterday.”

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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“I can’t tell you enough, I’m glad to hear it. I’ve had a devil of a night, as you can imagine.”

His gaze flicks to the broken window, but only for a moment. I think he genuinely cannot believe I could have done it.

Harris rolls his eyes, but he might almost be smiling. “You’d better get along, and work through your devils. There’s a 24-hour-out-of-date message to be tackled and we’re a genius short. So you’d better be ready to work twice as hard.”

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“He never could be trusted. You should never have hired him. A below average intelligence can’t cope with the pressures in this place.”

Harris rolls his eyes, but he might almost be smiling. “You’d better get along, Mr Intelligent. There’s a 24-hour-out-of-date message to be tackled and we’re a genius short. So you’d better be ready to work twice as hard.”

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I still have it. Not on me, of course. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Yes. I didn’t have long, but I had long enough. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to pass it to Hooper once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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“Really, Commander,” I reply. “It rather sounds like you want to spank me.”

“For God’s sake,” he declares with thick disgust, then swoops away out of the room. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing. It’s true, isn’t it? I can’t deny that I know there is a world out there, a complicated world of pain and suffering. And I can’t deny that I don’t think about it a moment longer than I have to. What use is thinking on a problem that cannot be solved? It is precisely our ability to avoid such endless spirals that makes us human and not machine.

“God have mercy on your soul,” Harris says finally, as he gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear no-one else will.” Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I wave cheerily back and she giggles, almost drops her bicycle, then dashes away inside the House. Judging by the clock on the front gable, she’s running a little late this morning.

I turn the corner of Hut 3 and walk down the short gravel path to Hut 2. It was a good spot to choose - Hut 2 is where the electricians work, and they’re generally focussed on what they’re doing. They don’t often come outside to smoke a cigarette so it’s easy to slip past the doorway unnoticed.

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I give no reaction. She sighs to herself, as if this kind of behaviour is normal, and trots away inside the House to begin her duties.

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I wave cheerily back and she giggles, almost drops her bicycle, then dashes away inside the House. Judging by the clock on the front gable, she’s running a little late this morning.

I turn the corner of Hut 3 and walk down the short gravel path to Hut 2. It was a good spot to choose - Hut 2 is where the electricians work, and they’re generally focussed on what they’re doing. They don’t often come outside to smoke a cigarette so it’s easy to slip past the doorway unnoticed.

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I give no reaction. She sighs to herself, as if this kind of behaviour is normal, and trots away inside the House to begin her duties.

I turn the corner of Hut 3 and walk down the short gravel path to Hut 2. It was a good spot to choose - Hut 2 is where the electricians work, and they’re generally focussed on what they’re doing. They don’t often come outside to smoke a cigarette so it’s easy to slip past the doorway unnoticed.

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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I turn the corner of Hut 3 and walk down the short gravel path to Hut 2. It was a good spot to choose - Hut 2 is where the electricians work, and they’re generally focussed on what they’re doing. They don’t often come outside to smoke a cigarette so it’s easy to slip past the doorway unnoticed.

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I give no reaction. She sighs to herself, as if this kind of behaviour is normal, and trots away inside the House to begin her duties.

I turn the corner of Hut 3 and walk down the short gravel path to Hut 2. It was a good spot to choose - Hut 2 is where the electricians work, and they’re generally focussed on what they’re doing. They don’t often come outside to smoke a cigarette so it’s easy to slip past the doorway unnoticed.

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“Look, I know where it is. The missing piece of the Bombe is in the long grasses behind Hooper’s tent. I saw him throw it there right after we finished work. He knew you’d scour the camp but I suppose he thought you’d more obvious places first. I suppose he was right about that. Look there. That proves his guilt.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Harris returns sharply. “But we’ll check what you say, all the same.” He gets to his feet and heads out of the door.

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“I can’t tell you enough, I’m glad to hear it. I’ve had a devil of a night, as you can imagine.”

His gaze flicks to the broken window, but only for a moment. I think he genuinely cannot believe I could have done it.

Harris rolls his eyes, but he might almost be smiling. “You’d better get along, and work through your devils. There’s a 24-hour-out-of-date message to be tackled and we’re a genius short. So you’d better be ready to work twice as hard.”

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“He never could be trusted. You should never have hired him. A below average intelligence can’t cope with the pressures in this place.”

Harris rolls his eyes, but he might almost be smiling. “You’d better get along, Mr Intelligent. There’s a 24-hour-out-of-date message to be tackled and we’re a genius short. So you’d better be ready to work twice as hard.”

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

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I suppose this must be what it feels like to have a conscience, then. Very well.

“Harris, sir. I don’t know what Hooper’s playing at, sir. But I can’t let him do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take the rope for this. I took it, sir.

The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might."

“I thought as much. I hadn’t expected you to give it out so easily, however. You understand, Hooper has said nothing, of course. In fact, he went to Hut 2 directly after we released him and uncovered the component. But he told us you had instructed him where to go. Hence my little double bluff. Frankly, I’ll be glad when I’m shot of the lot of you mathematicians.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“All right.” I am beaten, after all. “ The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“You mean he didn’t even hide it? Just put it in his shoe?”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“So he’s an idiot, and he hid it in his shoe.”

“No,” Harris replies. “That isn’t really what I mean. I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say quiet, listening, not sure how this will go.

“In case I’m not making myself clear,” Harris continues, “ I mean, he managed to find it, by accident, somewhere where it wasn’t the night before. And at the same time, you’re sitting here with your window broken. So, I rather think you’ve played your last hand and lost. There’s no way Hooper stole that component and then just left it lying around in the doorway of his tent. No way at all. So I came to tell you that the game is up for you.”

He nods and gets to his feet. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I don’t need twelve minutes. The component is in the long grass behind Hooper’s tent. I threw it there hoping to somehow frame him, but now I see that won’t be possible. I was naive, I suppose.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Harris stands, and slips away smartly. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“Perhaps the accomplice thought it was Hooper being kept in here. Maybe they saw the guard...”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I shrug, eloquently.

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I nod. “I don’t need twelve minutes. The missing component of the Bombe computer is hidden in a small cavity in a breeze-block supporting the left rear post of Hut 2. I put in there anticipating a search. I intended to dispose of it once the fuss had died down. I suppose I was foolish to think that it might.”

“Indeed you were. And, Mr Manning: God help you if you’re lying to me.”

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“You can’t do this!” I cry. “It’s murder! I demand a trial, a lawyer; for God’s sake, man, you can’t just throw me overboard, we’re not barbarians...!”

“You leave me no choice,” Harris snaps back, eyes cold as gun-metal. “You and your damn cyphers. Your damn clever problems. If men like you didn’t exist, if we could just all be straight with one another.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door. “I fear for the future of this world, with men like you in. Reich or no Reich, Mr Manning, people like you simply complicate matters.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

The Commander holds the door for his superior, and follows him out. Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

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“I climbed out of the window overnight,” I explain. “I went and got this from where it was hidden, and brought it back here.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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“No. I didn’t.”

“This is all too far-fetched,” Harris says. “I’m glad to have this back, but I need to think.”

Getting to his feet, he nods once. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, Manning.”

Then he steps out of the door, muttering to himself.

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I say nothing, my lips tightly, firmly sealed. It’s true I am a traitor, to the very laws of nature. The world has taught me that since a very early age. But not to my country - should the Reich win this war, I would hardly be treated as an honoured hero. I was doomed from the very start.

I explain none of this. How could a man like Harris understand?

The Commander takes one look back from the doorway as he pulls it to.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mr Manning,” he declares. “You’ve done a great service to this country. If we come through, I’m sure they’ll remember you name. I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’ll do my best to keep it quiet. No-one need know what you did.”

Then the door closes. I am alone again, as I have been for most of my short life.

Make your peace

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I’ll enjoy it. Thank you for helping me clear this up.”

“Don’t thank me yet. There’s still a war to fight. Now get a move on.”

I nod, and hurry out of the door. The air outside has never tasted fresher and more invigorating. I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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“I’ll work as hard as I work.”

“Get out,” Harris growls. “Before I decide to arrest you as an accessory.”

I do as he says. Outside the barrack, the air has never smelt sweeter.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I hop up the steps and put my head inside all the same. Nobody about. Still too early in the AM for sparks, I suppose.

I head on around the back of the hut. The breeze-block with the cavity is on the left side.

Check

Look around

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I head on around the back of the hut. The breeze-block with the cavity is on the left side.

Check

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I hop up the steps and put my head inside all the same. Nobody about. Still too early in the AM for sparks, I suppose.

I head on around the back of the hut. The breeze-block with the cavity is on the left side.

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

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I hop up the steps and put my head inside all the same. Nobody about. Still too early in the AM for sparks, I suppose.

I head on around the back of the hut. The breeze-block with the cavity is on the left side.

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I head on around the back of the hut. The breeze-block with the cavity is on the left side.

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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“I’ll enjoy it. Thank you for helping me clear this up.”

“Don’t thank me yet. There’s still a war to fight. Now get a move on.”

I nod, and hurry out of the door. The air outside has never tasted fresher and more invigorating. I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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“I’ll work as hard as I work.”

“Get out,” Harris growls. “Before I decide to arrest you as an accessory.”

I do as he says. Outside the barrack, the air has never smelt sweeter.

I head for my dorm, intent on a bath, breakfast, a glance at the crossword before the other men get to it, and then on with work. They should have replaced the component in the Bombe by now. We will be back to it, only a day behind.

I bump into Russell in the dorm hut. “Did you hear?” he whispers. “Terrible news about Hooper. Absolutely terrible.”

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

In truth, it is men like Harris who are complex, not men like me. I live to make things ordered, systematic. I like my pencils sharpened and lined up in a row. I do not deal in difficult borders, or uncertainties, or alliances. If I could, I would reduce the world to something easier to understand, something finite. But of course, I cannot, not even here, in this little micro-world, this safe haven from the horrors of the war.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

But I am no traitor. At least, not to my country. To my sex, perhaps. But how could I support the Reich? If it were to come to power, I would be worse off than under the already dire circumstances of my existence.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I have no God to make peace with. I find it difficult to believe in goodness of any kind, in a world such as this.

I have no place here. No way to fit. I am the intercept - caught, in the middle, cryptic and understood only thinly, through devices and machines.

You seem very calm

You should try to escape!

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

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“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

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“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation, if I have any left.

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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I pause to glance around, and catch a glimpse of movement. Someone ducking around the corner of the hut. Or a canvas sheet flapping in the light breeze. Impossible to be sure.

Check the breeze-block

Check around the side of the hut

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I pause to glance around, and catch a glimpse of movement. Someone ducking around the corner of the hut. Or a canvas sheet flapping in the light breeze. Impossible to be sure.

Check the breeze-block

Check around the side of the hut

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I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I pause to glance around, and catch a glimpse of movement. Someone ducking around the corner of the hut. Or a canvas sheet flapping in the light breeze. Impossible to be sure.

Check the breeze-block

Check around the side of the hut

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Quite terrible. I would never have guessed.”

“Well.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

Act normal

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“Heard what?”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

Act normal

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hooper’s been taken away. They caught him, uncovering that missing Bombe component from a hiding place somewhere, apparently about to take it to his contact.” Russell harrumphs. “Quince was saying this morning, apparently his grandfather was German. So perhaps it’s to be expected. See you there?”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

“If you’ll excuse me, Russell. I was about to take a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Well, you’ll hear soon enough. Can hardly hide the fact there’ll only be three of us from now on.”

I wave to him and move away, my thoughts turning to the young man in the village. My lover. My contact. My blackmailer. Hooper may have taken the fall for the missing component, but its recovery does mean I have nothing to sell to save my reputation.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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No, I am content. I suppose I do not believe they will hang me. They will lock me up and continue to use my brain, if they can. I wonder what they will tell the world - perhaps that I have taken my own life. That would be simplest. The few who know me would believe it.

Well, then. Not a bad existence, in prison. Removed from temptation. A kind of imposed monasticism, with plenty more problems to solve, and more mysteries to fathom.

I wonder what else I might yet unravel before I’m done?

The door is opening

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

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Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

I will have to leave that question for another day. To return there now, when they’re probably watching my every step, would be suicide. After all, if Hooper followed my clue, he will have explained it to them to save his neck. They won’t believe him - but they won’t quite disbelieve him either. We’re locked in a cycle now, him and me, of half-truth and probability. There’s nothing either of us can do to put the other entirely into blame.

Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer - or give him nothing: it seems my superiors know about my indiscretions now already. Something will turn up.

Definitely

Unlikely

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

Evade

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

Yes

No

Lie

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

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I will have to leave that question for another day. To return there now, when they’re probably watching my every step, would be suicide. After all, if Hooper understood my clue, he will have explained it to them to save his neck. They won’t believe him - but they won’t quite disbelieve him either. We’re locked in a cycle now, him and me, of half-truth and probability. There’s nothing either of us can do to put the other entirely into blame.

Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer - or give him nothing: it seems my superiors know about my indiscretions now already. Something will turn up.

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No choice, then. Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer - or give him nothing: it seems my superiors know about my indiscretions now already. Something will turn up.

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give up my beautiful young man to them as well as myself?

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No time to waste. I drop to my knees and check the breeze-block. Sure enough, there’s nothing there. Hooper took the bait.

Suddenly, there’s a movement behind me. I look up to see, first a snub pistol, and then, Harris.

“ Queen to rook two,” he declares. “I wouldn’t have fathomed it but Hooper did. Explained it right after we sprung him doing what you’re doing now. We weren’t sure what to believe but now, you seem to have resolved that for us.”

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But too important to guess. I move back around the side of the hut.

Harris is there, leaning in against the wall. He holds a stub pistol in his hand.

“ Queen to rook two,” he declares. “I wouldn’t have fathomed it but Hooper did. Explained it right after we sprung him doing what you’re doing now. We weren’t sure what to believe but now, you seem to have resolved that for us.”

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No time to waste. I drop to my knees and check the breeze-block. Sure enough, there’s nothing there. Hooper took the bait.

Suddenly, there’s a movement behind me. I look up to see, first a snub pistol, and then, Harris.

“ Messy without one missing whatever it was,” he declares. “I wouldn’t have fathomed it but Hooper did. Explained it right after we sprung him doing what you’re doing now. We weren’t sure what to believe but now, you seem to have resolved that for us.”

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But too important to guess. I move back around the side of the hut.

Harris is there, leaning in against the wall. He holds a stub pistol in his hand.

“ Messy without one missing whatever it was,” he declares. “I wouldn’t have fathomed it but Hooper did. Explained it right after we sprung him doing what you’re doing now. We weren’t sure what to believe but now, you seem to have resolved that for us.”

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

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No time to waste. I drop to my knees and check the breeze-block. Sure enough, there’s nothing there. Hooper took the bait.

Suddenly, there’s a movement behind me. I look up to see, first a snub pistol, and then, Harris.

“Hooper said you’d told him where to look. I didn’t believe him. Or, well. I wasn’t sure what to believe. Now I rather think you’ve settled it.”

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But too important to guess. I move back around the side of the hut.

Harris is there, leaning in against the wall. He holds a stub pistol in his hand.

“Hooper said you’d told him where to look. I didn’t believe him. Or, well. I wasn’t sure what to believe. Now I rather think you’ve settled it.”

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I will have to leave that question for another day. To return there now, when they’re probably watching my every step, would be suicide. After all, if Hooper followed my clue, he will have explained it to them to save his neck. They won’t believe him - but they won’t quite disbelieve him either. We’re locked in a cycle now, him and me, of half-truth and probability. There’s nothing either of us can do to put the other entirely into blame.

Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer. Something will turn up.

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

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I will have to leave that question for another day. To return there now, when they’re probably watching my every step, would be suicide. After all, if Hooper understood my clue, he will have explained it to them to save his neck. They won’t believe him - but they won’t quite disbelieve him either. We’re locked in a cycle now, him and me, of half-truth and probability. There’s nothing either of us can do to put the other entirely into blame.

Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer. Something will turn up.

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No choice, then. Nothing, that is, except to act as if there is no game being played. I’ll have a bath, then start work as normal. I’ve got a week to find something to give my blackmailer. Something will turn up.

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

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That is Harris returning. Our little computation here is complete. I only hope one of the others will be able to explain to him that the part I stole will mean nothing to the Germans.

That is the true secret of the calculating engine, and the source of its power: not in the components themselves, but in how they are wired together. The diversity of patterns and structures they can form. Much like people - it is how they connect that determines our victories and tragedies, and not their genius.

Which makes me wonder. Should I give the young man who put me in this spot to them as well as myself?

Yes

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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But of course I will. Perhaps I can persuade them to put him in my cell.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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But of course I will. A little vengeance, disguised as doing something good.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. What would be the use? He will be long gone, and the name he told me is no doubt hokum. No: I was alone before in guilt, and I am thus alone again.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. Why would I? He is no doubt an innocent himself, trapped by some dire circumstance. Forced to act the way he did. I have every sympathy for him.

Of course I do.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

Hooper, perhaps. He wouldn’t like that.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“I’ll give you a stone to chisel notches in the wall. And that’s all the calculations you’ll be doing. And as you sit there, pissing into a bucket and growing a beard down to your toes, you have a think about how a smart man would conduct his illicit affairs. With a bit of due decorum you could have learnt off any squaddie. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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“I spoke to Russell. He said he saw Hooper doing something round here. I wanted to see what it was.”

“Enough.” Harris gestures for me to start walking. “This story couldn’t be simpler. You took it to cover your back. You hid it. You lied to get Hooper into trouble, and when you thought you’d won, you came to scoop your prize. A good hand but ultimately, you told Hooper where to look with your little riddle.”

He leads me across the yard. Back towards Hut 5 to be decoded, and taken to pieces, once again.

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“Harris, you’d better watch out. He’s planted a time-bomb here.”

Harris stares at me for a moment, then laughs. “Oh, goodness. That’s rich.”

I almost wish I had a way to make the hut explode, but of course I don’t.

“Enough.” Harris gestures for me to start walking. “This story couldn’t be simpler. You took it to cover your back. You hid it. You lied to get Hooper into trouble, and when you thought you’d won, you came to scoop your prize. A good hand but ultimately, you told Hooper where to look with your little riddle.”

He leads me across the yard. Back towards Hut 5 to be decoded, and taken to pieces, once again.

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But of course I will. A little vengeance, disguised as doing something good.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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“I have, rather.” I put my hands into my pockets. “I seem to have done exactly that.”

“I’m afraid my little story about Hooper confessing wasn’t true. I wanted to see if you’d go to retrieve the part.” Harris gestures me to start walking. “You were close, Manning, I’ll give you that. I wanted to believe you. But I’m glad I didn’t.”

He leads me across the yard. Back towards Hut 5 to be decoded, and taken to pieces, once again.

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“I spoke to Russell. He said he saw Hooper doing something round here. I wanted to see what it was.”

“Enough.” Harris gestures for me to start walking. “This story couldn’t be simpler. You took it to cover your back. You hid it. You lied to get Hooper into trouble, and when you thought you’d won, you came to scoop your prize. A good hand but ultimately, if it hadn’t have been you who hid the component, then you wouldn’t be here now.”

He leads me across the yard. Back towards Hut 5 to be decoded, and taken to pieces, once again.

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“Harris, you’d better watch out. He’s planted a time-bomb here.”

Harris stares at me for a moment, then laughs. “Oh, goodness. That’s rich.”

I almost wish I had a way to make the hut explode, but of course I don’t.

“Enough.” Harris gestures for me to start walking. “This story couldn’t be simpler. You took it to cover your back. You hid it. You lied to get Hooper into trouble, and when you thought you’d won, you came to scoop your prize. A good hand but ultimately, if it hadn’t have been you who hid the component, then you wouldn’t be here now.”

He leads me across the yard. Back towards Hut 5 to be decoded, and taken to pieces, once again.

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But of course I will. Perhaps I can persuade them to put him in my cell.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. What would be the use? He will be long gone, and the name he told me is no doubt hokum. No: I was alone before in guilt, and I am thus alone again.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. Why would I? He is no doubt an innocent himself, trapped by some dire circumstance. Forced to act the way he did. I have every sympathy for him.

Of course I do.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

Hooper, perhaps. He wouldn’t like that.

“We recovered the part, just where you said it was,” Harris reports, as he puts the cuffs around my wrists. “Of course, a couple of the men swear blind they searched there yesterday, so I’m afraid, what with the broken window... we’ve formed a perfectly good theory which doesn’t bode well for you.”

“I see.” It doesn’t seem worth arguing any further. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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Better to live on the run than die on the spit. Creeping around the edge of the compound, the Bombe component heavy in my pocket, I make my way to the front gate. As always, it’s manned by two guards, but I slip past their box by crawling on my belly.

And then I’m on the road. Walking, not running. Silent. Free.

For the moment, at least.

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It always does. An opportunity will present itself, and more easily too, now that Hooper is out of the way and not dogging my every step.

But for now, there’s yesterday’s intercept to be resolved. The Bombe needs to be set up once more and set running.

It’s time I tackled a problem I can solve.

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The Intercept, by Jon Ingold

Hmm. Around here? Maybe not. I might have no option but to hand my young blackmailer over my superiors for the spy he is and let him wreak what damage he can.

Perhaps that would be the moral thing to do, even, and not just the most smart. But not today. Today, there’s an intercept to resolve. The Bombe needs to be set up once more and set running.

It’s time I tackled a problem I can solve.

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In a week’s time, this whole affair will be in the past and quite forgotten. I’m quite sure of that.

I’ve more important problems to think about now. There’s still yesterday’s intercept to be resolved. The Bombe needs to be set up once more and set running.

It’s time I tackled a problem I can solve.

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I’ve more important problems to think about now. There’s still yesterday’s intercept to be resolved. The Bombe needs to be set up once more and set running.

It’s time I tackled a problem I can solve.

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Better to live on the run than die on the spit. Creeping around the edge of the compound, I make my way to the front gate. As always, it’s manned by two guards, but I slip past their box by crawling on my belly.

And then I’m on the road. Walking, not running. Silent. Free.

For the moment, at least.

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But of course I will. Perhaps I can persuade them to put him in my cell.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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But of course I will. A little vengeance, disguised as doing something good.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. What would be the use? He will be long gone, and the name he told me is no doubt hokum. No: I was alone before in guilt, and I am thus alone again.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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No. Why would I? He is no doubt an innocent himself, trapped by some dire circumstance. Forced to act the way he did. I have every sympathy for him.

Of course I do.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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It depends, perhaps, on what his name his worth. If it were to prove valuable, well; perhaps I can concoct a few more such lovers with which to ease my later days.

Hooper, perhaps. He wouldn’t like that.

Harris put the cuffs around my wrists. “I still have the intercept in my pocket,” I remark. “Wherever we’re going, could I have a pencil?”

He looks me in the eye.

“Certainly. And one of your computing things, if I get my way. And when we’re old, and smoking pipes together in The Rag like heroes, I’ll explain to you the way that decent men have affairs. You scientists.” He drags me up to my feet. “You think you have to re-invent everything.”

With that, he hustles me out of the door and I can’t help thinking that, with a little more strategy, I could still have won the day. But too late now, of course.

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