“Why Weybourne
again?” Gerard asked. Sowerbutt
grinned. “We’re burying you. Thought you might like to be there.” Gerard laughed. “I knew I’d enjoy working for the Englishers.” “The theory is
that it’s a face-saving exercise that Hamburg will believe. They’d assume we
know something of your activities, but we can’t find you. So we’re pretending
you are dead. That confirms we don’t know about your wireless broadcasts which
in turn strengthens your position. The burial will be in the
local papers which will be in the neutral capitals within days”
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