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Mark.
    ‘Does that answer your question?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ said Mark truthfully. ‘Hey, what would you do if I was a mass murderer? You know, chopped them up with a chainsaw or something.’
    ‘Stop your pocket money,’ said Dad, grinning. ‘And I’ll tell you straight, kid—you murder one more person and there’ll be no television for a fortnight. And if you try burying the bodies under your mum’s roses I’ll send you to your room. And you’d better clean the blood off my good chainsaw too.’
    ‘No—really.’
    ‘Dunno,’ said Dad, serious again. ‘Try to work out why you did it. Be sad for you. Be sad for your victims. Try to get help for you. Wonder how your mother and I failed you.’
    ‘Would you turn me into the police?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Dad slowly. ‘I suppose I’d have to. That’s a hell of a question, Mark.’
    ‘Would you still love me? No matter what I did? Even if I killed hundreds and hundreds of people?’
    ‘Yes, of course we would, you dingbat. Or maybe we’d love you in a different way. What’s brought all this on anyway?’
    ‘Oh, nothing,’ said Mark.

chapter six
Anna Continues
    The rain chattered onto the ground, and dribbled along the wet barbed wire round Harrison’s paddock till it trickled down in short ploppy streams. It seemed even louder in the bus shelter.
    The cows chomped sadly at the wet grass. Today the air was still, so the rain fell straight and clear.
    ‘It’s never going to stop,’ said Mark. ‘It’s going to go on and on and we’ll have to get a boat to school and all the cars will float away…’
    ‘Really?’ asked Little Tracey, wide-eyed.
    ‘No, of course not really,’ said Mark. ‘Hey Anna I was wondering. Have you told anyone else this story? The Hitler one?’
    ‘No,’ said Anna shortly. ‘It’s just between us.’
    ‘Oh,’ said Mark, vaguely pleased.
    ‘Are you going to tell us more?’ Little Tracey bounced up and down.
    ‘If you like,’ said Anna.
    It was soon after Heidi had asked Fräulein Gelber about the Jews that they had to move house.
    ‘Why do we have to go?’ asked Heidi, half scared and half excited.
    Fräulein Gelber waved a letter, typewritten, with a sprawling signature at the bottom, but too quickly for Heidi to read what it said.
    ‘From Duffi?’ asked Heidi.
    Fräulein Gelber shrugged, as though to say that all orders came eventually from Duffi, but this letter was from someone else.
    ‘Where will we go?’ asked Heidi.
    Fräulein Gelber told her. The name meant nothing to Heidi.
    ‘We will look it up on the map this afternoon,’ said Fräulein Gelber. ‘It will be a nice place. You will like it.’
    ‘But WHY do we have to go?’
    ‘It will be safer there,’ said Fräulein Gelber, but she didn’t say for whom. She smiled. ‘It is much nearer my family,’ she added. ‘Only two, three hours away by bicycle.’
    ‘Will they visit us?’ asked Heidi eagerly.
    Sometimes Fräulein Gelber had let Heidi read her mother’s letters or her sister’s, or even her brother’s, as a treat. Her father had died, many years before, and that was why Fräulein Gelber had to work. He had been a friend of Duffi’s.
    But Fräulein Gelber had told her often that it was an honour to work in the Führer’s household. ‘I could have married,’ she had explained to Heidi. ‘I have had…oh, several offers. Several men have pleaded with me to marry them.’
    ‘Why didn’t you?’ asked Heidi, hoping that Fräulein Gelber would say, ‘I didn’t want to leave you.’
    But instead she said, ‘To give up my work, after all the Führer has done for us? That I couldn’t do.’
    ‘I don’t think they will visit,’ said Fräulein Gelber now, in a voice that told Heidi not to ask why.
    Suddenly a thought occurred to her. ‘Will Duffi be at the new house?’
    Perhaps that was why they were going, so they could be with Duffi. Maybe Duffi missed her. Maybe he had said…
    ‘No, of course not,’ said Fräulein