Brendan Bracken shook his head. “Turning
point in this war, Sorbay. If the Ghost has talked on the transmitter or passed it on to
some IRA friend, our plans are shot and I’m not sure the country will
survive. If you turn him, I will be shaking your hand in Berlin sooner rather
than later. Whatever you need for this operation, no higher
priority. I’m off to this
manpower conference to enjoy Sir John Dill and Ernie Bevin, a toxic cocktail.”
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