CHAPTER SIXThe next day Verena was woken by a series of loud bells that marked the end of the last watch. She stretched her arms up to the ceiling and felt quite tired – the night had not afforded her much rest as her mind had been so occupied.
She got up, splashed her face with water and hurriedly put on the uniform that had been left for her. She welcomed the opportunity to leave behind the foul-smelling kit that she had bought in Poole.
‘I will find some Sunlight soap and give it a good scrub later,’ she thought, as she pulled on the clean navy serge trousers and enveloping white overall. A white cap was the finishing touch.
She examined her face in the small mirror she had brought with her, wincing as she touched the now purple bruise on her temple.
But there was no time for vanity
