“Sit down, John,
sit down,” Brendan Bracken smiled. Resting his boots on the Cabinet
table, he waved at a side table. “Drinks, cigars, help yourself.”“Did well with
the Ghost’s wireless message last week. Just had a signal from our
Admiral Andy - Cunningham - that the Eyetie ships went off in the
wrong direction and a couple of ours got through to Piraeus with vital supplies
for the brave Greek Army.”
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