Churchill looked long and hard at the slight
military man. He sighed: “Go on, dear boy. I know
you are doing your best.”
“He’s back in the village or
nearby, sir. He has been spotted.”
Churchill growled: “Mr Sorbay's men, I presume, not the Watchers. Good man, gets things done. I like him.”
“Yes sir. The Watchers didn’t notice him slip away from Lutterworth.”
Churchill exploded. “Don’t
talk to me about these clumsy cloak and daggers.The Watchers, you
call them? The Once Overs, I say. Spot the spy once and it’s over. Let us draft
them into the Army and be done with them.”
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