Churchill growled. “Your ruses are paying off, Brendan. My golden geese at Bletchley tell me that Jerry troops
are on the move from France to Romania. The code on a priorityWehrmacht order
to acquire as many horses as possible by whatever means has also been partially
broken.” Bracken blew a plume of smoke into the air. “The clock is ticking,
Prime Minister. London will survive.”
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