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deserts tired men,’ Andrea said. ‘And we are very tired.’
    ‘Tired or not, I can’t find another team in Southern Europe to match you for resource, experience and skill.’ Jensen smiled again. ‘And luck. I have to be ruthless, Andrea. I don’t like it, but I have to. But I take the point about your exhaustion. That’s why I have decided to send a back-up team with you.’
    Mallory looked at the three young soldiers standing by the hearth, then back to Jensen, who nodded.
    ‘They’re young, fresh and just raring to go. Marine Commandos, the most highly trained combat troops we have today. Remarkable variety of skills, I assure you. Take Reynolds, here.’ Jensen nodded to a very tall, dark sergeant in his late twenties, a man with a deeply-tanned aquiline face. ‘He can do anything from underwater demolition to flying a plane. And he will be flying a planetonight. And, as you can see, he’ll come in handy for carrying any heavy cases you have.’
    Mallory said mildly: ‘I’ve always found that Andrea makes a pretty fair porter, sir.’
    Jensen turned to Reynolds. ‘They have their doubts. Show them you can be of some use.’
    Reynolds hesitated, then stooped, picked up a heavy brass poker and proceeded to bend it between his hands. Obviously, it wasn’t an easy poker to bend. His face turned red, the veins stood out on his forehead and the tendons in his neck, his arms quivered with the strain, but slowly, inexorably, the poker was bent into a figure ‘U’. Smiling almost apologetically, Reynolds handed the poker over to Andrea. Andrea took it reluctantly. He hunched his shoulders, his knuckles gleamed white but the poker remained in its ‘U’ shape. Andrea looked up at Reynolds, his expression thoughtful, then quietly laid the poker down.
    ‘See what I mean?’ Jensen said. ‘Tired. Or Sergeant Groves here. Hot-foot from London, via the Middle East. Ex-air navigator, with all the latest in sabotage, explosives and electrics. For booby-traps, time-bombs and concealed microphones, a human mine-detector. And Sergeant Saunders here – a top-flight radio operator.’
    Miller said morosely to Mallory: ‘You’re a toothless old lion and you’re over the hill.’
    ‘Don’t talk rubbish, Corporal!’ Jensen’s voice was sharp. ‘Six is the ideal number. You’ll beduplicated in every department, and those men are
good.
They’ll be invaluable. If it’s any salve to your pride, they weren’t originally picked to go with you: they were picked as a reserve team in case you – um – well –’
    ‘I see.’ The lack of conviction in Miller’s voice was total.
    ‘All clear then?’
    ‘Not quite,’ Mallory said. ‘Who’s in charge?’
    Jensen said in genuine surprise: ‘You are, of course.’
    ‘So.’ Mallory spoke quietly and pleasantly. ‘I understand the training emphasis today – especially in the Marine Commandos – is on initiative, self-reliance, independence in thought and action. Fine – if they happen to be caught out on their own.’ He smiled, almost deprecatingly. ‘Otherwise I shall expect immediate, unquestioning and total compliance with orders. My orders. Instant and total.’
    ‘And if not?’ Reynolds asked.
    ‘A superfluous question. Sergeant. You know the wartime penalty for disobeying an officer in the field.’
    ‘Does that apply to your friends, too?’
    ‘No.’
    Reynolds turned to Jensen. ‘I don’t think I like that, sir.’
    Mallory sank wearily into a chair, lit a cigarette, nodded at Reynolds and said, ‘Replace him.’
    ‘What!’ Jensen was incredulous.
    ‘Replace him, I said. We haven’t even left andalready he’s questioning my judgement. What’s it going to be like in action? He’s dangerous. I’d rather carry a ticking time-bomb with me.’
    ‘Now, look here, Mallory –’
    ‘Replace him or replace me.’
    ‘And me,’ Andrea said quietly.
    ‘And me,’ Miller added.
    There was a brief and far from companionable silence in the room,