her to Leedâs for late tea the day before she had climbed aboard a moon plane, strapped to a parachute. She had just had her teeth cleaned, and she was all smiles ...
Hamilton had waved her good-bye.
The room was quiet for a moment.
âI see it this way,â said the Commander, returned to business. âAs you have correctly observed, Seymour, Valerie Sinclair is a queer fish. After two years on ice, she may not be too happy with us. Whatever she expected the first time, I can assure you that it wasnât Gilbert and the Ferry Pilots, even though we kept our part of the bargain.â
âYes, sir. You may be right. I seriously question if Valerie Sinclair would agree to anything at this point, unless she thought there was something in it for her.â
âExactly. Sheâll accept the commission of course, because thereâs no way around it. However, one never really knows, does one? We donât want any surprises. Should she see it as already decided, and herself merely as a pawn, we could find ourselves with a problem.â
âTrouble we donât need,â said Seymour.
Hamilton was covering the bases. The mission had already started. It was too late for a replacement.
The Lieutenant looked worried.
âRelax, Seymour. Fish never bite on a northeast wind. She will set the hook herself, once she hears weâre throwing in a partner.â
âThe French agent, sir?â
âSinclairâs a woman , Seymour.â
âYes, sir, I know that. But she is a bit off the wall, sir.â
âPrecisely, Seymour. Well put. But you see, itâs the very nature of this candidate, exactly those differences, that can even the odds.â
âSir?â
âHer photographic memory, Seymour. Have you forgotten? Carringtonâs told me itâs as though she lives inside of it, like a skin. Whatever it is, it appears to be something more than just simple memorization. We really donât know how it works, but it does look as though it may point to some other personalityâwhich is exactly where we intend to take her.â Hamilton tossed him the lighter. âHer cover, I would think, could be our best chance yet for a real shot.â Sinclairâs new name, not yet released, would be assigned by the Free French once her acceptability had been determined.
âSpeaking of that, sir,â the Lieutenant clicked the lighter, disappearing behind blue smoke, âshe knows the area around Brest from spending holidays there with school friends.â
âVery good, Seymour.â He retrieved his lighter. âI keep thinking,â Hamilton confessed, âabout that stolen car.â Could the Lieutenant have missed something? âAny prior record of her having used a gun?â
âYes, sir. Her husband taught her, before Dunkirk. Since they lived in Dorset, considered the likely place for a Jerry invasion, he made sure she knew how to handle it.â
âIs that her own story, Seymour? Did you check?â
âChecked,â the Lieutenant said. âWe ran it through Scotland Yard. Sheâs clean. Several other things, some hearsay we got from her father, was that sheâd beaten up some boys who had challenged her, and that sheâd run away from homeââ
âBecause of the boys?â
âNo, sir, because of her father. Some years ago, it seems, his parishioners presented him with a church car. A Morris, I believe. He refused to let her drive it.â
âDid she know how?â
âApparently she did, sir.â
âI see. Well, thatâs something, isnât it?â Hamilton might have plans for the father. âLetâs get back to the guns. Do you think then, given a few hours, she could master regulation side arms?â
âDefinitely. But you see, sir, the problemââ
âWhat is it, Seymour?â
âWell, sir, sheâs had very little practical