CHAPTER IX
A SECRET MEETING IN LONDON
Captain Witold Pilecki (1901-1948)
Captain Leigh was absentmindedly watching the chaotic traffic along Downing Street. A cold drizzle had been drenching London for the past week, a low ceiling of dark clouds that seemed to float just above the frozen streets, at the first hours of the morning.
”Who would have thought that a weather like this can bring so much joy into Londoners’ hearts?! Thanks to it, the air raids and the bombing have ceased altogether...” he told himself, amused.
An Indian servant stepped in lightly, like a cat, and informed him that the prime minister will arrive within the next few minutes. He disappeared the way he had come in. Thomas Leigh hurried towards the nearest mirror, where he checked himself critically. “Be more joyf
