Brendan Bracken peered into the distance through his pebble-glasses. “Sorbay,
sir, and our turned Jerry at last. Pedalling back, hell for leather,” the
slight military man murmured. They were standing outside what had become a cluster of bell tents on the
field by the Mundford rossroads. “Sorbay,
dear chap. I thought you were hot on the heels of this Jerry spy. Hatter has
just been explaining his plan to sweep the countryside and flush out the spy
and his accomplice.” The
village was a hive of activity with MLs parked alongside the roads, soldiers erecting more tents and Signallers running an aerial up one
of the nearby pine trees. Bren-gun emplacements had been dug around the
crossroads.
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