“Two Irish blokes in
Lutterworth, one with a heavy suitcase. You can guess what’s in it,” Sowerbutt
said. Brendan Bracken swung his legs off
the desk. “Explosives? Aaaah, dear God, a transmitter. How do you know that?
Doesn’t matter. The point is you know and our damned security service knows
jack-all. I’ve had it with these pompous fools. The Ghost
has been holed up just north of Lutterworth and we couldn’t work out why.
Thought he was waiting for his U-boat. Can’t allow him to have a wireless
and spill the beans to Jerry about what‘s really going on here. If they knew
how weak our defences were, they’d pop over on the ferry.” Rising,
he said: “This is serious. Must get back to No 10, immediately."
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