“Get out here,” ordered the officer brusquely.
Worrals lost no time in obeying. The arrangement suited her very well.
The officer considered her two parcels speculatively. “Been shopping?” he asked.
Worrals nodded.
“Managed to get some food, eh?”
“No such luck,” answered Worrals wearily. “Thanks for the ride.” With a parcel under each arm, she walked away into the gloom, for dusk was now closing in.
As soon as she was at a safe distance from the car she looked about her, and was disturbed to find that the square had every appearance of a military depot. Camouflaged cars, lorries, tanks and big guns stood about, while German soldiers were everywhere.
She got out of this dangerous locality as quickly as possible. For one thing, it had started to rain again; the brown paper covering of
