Foden said: "Excuse me, but the time is getting on. I think we should move."
"Very well," said Schlieken. "Just as you say, Foden. This is your party."
Foden said softly to the girl: "Good-bye, Karla. Be good. Work hard and bravely for your Führer. When the time comes we shall take you back to Germany."
The girl made a little movement with her hand. She said very quietly: "Heil, Hitler!" She turned the car. In a minute its rear light had disappeared over the brow of the hill.
Foden said: "Herr Direktor, I regret that you will have to walk a little way."
Schlieken said: "Why not? You always tell me that I never get enough exercise, Foden. Let us walk."
They began to walk down the hill. The trees began to thin out. The road narrowed into a path. Two men came out of the shadows of a lit
