“The Ghost, Sorbay, the
damned Ghost. As you know he’s completed his business. Wing-Commander Whittle is dead as
far as Jerry knows and we’ve put out a story that he has had a breakdown.
Jerry will think that is a cover story. The Jerry prisoners, whom
you managed to find out about, are also dead. Really dead, but we are happy
about that. All this is Official Secrets stuff.” Sowerbutt unbuttoned his
leather jacket. “Of course, Mr Bracken.” “We want to turn him, Sorbay.
Persuade him to work for us, while Jerry continues to think he’s working for
them. I won’t bother you with all the ins and outs, but it’s going to be a
tricky job. All a matter of timing, I’d say.”
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