Chapter Forty-Three
Fitzhugh lay in his hospital bed, listening with horror as Wolk reported why he had travelled across the English Channel. It was all starting to sound terribly familiar.
‘You believe the Irish are planning yet another rebellion?’ he asked.
‘We’re pretty sure about it, and we think they’ve been coordinating with the Germans and have something pretty substantial prepared.’
‘Funny you should say that,’ Andrews said from the wall he was propping up with his back, ‘I found out pretty much the exact same thing. The Irish are going to rebel, but there’s something you both have missed.’
‘And what’s that, Sergeant?’ Fitzhugh asked.
‘They’re also planning to bomb Parliament when the king presents his findings after his tour of the front. They’re gonna blame the Germans for
