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as he toyed with a glass of whiskey, swishing the amber liquid from side to side in its
crystal tumbler. “Both the Police and the Fire Brigade are maintaining that it was a tragic accident caused by an electrical fault…”
    “Yes, sir,” Oberleutnant Nicky Alfonin answered. “Hereward Hospital was built at the beginning of the Victorian era about one hundred years ago and the maintenance records
confirm that the entire electrical wiring system was due to be replaced…”
    “Don’t tell me, let me guess,” von Schnakenberg interrupted. “The upgrade was delayed due to the war.”
    “Yes, sir,” Alfonin nodded as he consulted the notes in his open folder.
    “How very convenient.” Von Schnakenberg took a sip of his whiskey and poured some for his adjutant. “But none of our men were injured?”
    “No, sir,” Alfonin answered as he took a drink. “For whatever reason the fire seemed to spread towards the SS ward as opposed to the Army ward, and our guard were on the ball
and were able to evacuate all of our wounded using the fire escape at the Army end of the ward, without loss.”
    “And SS casualties?”
    “Thirty-one killed, sir.”
    “Mein Gott!” Von Schnakenberg spilled his whiskey.
    “The fire escape collapsed as the SS sentries were evacuating the wounded. The entire guard unit were killed…”
    “Any civilian casualties?” von Schnakenberg interrupted as he mopped up the spillage with a tissue.
    “Yes, sir.” Alfonin consulted his notes again. “No civilian patients, but a nurse, a doctor and a fireman were killed trying to rescue the SS wounded.” Alfonin closed the
folder. “The Police are insistent that it was nothing more sinister than a tragic accident and are not treating the fire as a suspicious incident.”
    “A tragic accident indeed.” Von Schnakenberg pointed his captured British Army officer’s swagger stick at Alfonin. “Of course the police are not treating the fire as a
suspicious incident, because if they said that the fire had been deliberately caused by an arson attack than the SS would execute hundreds, if not thousands, of Hereward hostages.” Von
Schnakenberg took a swig of his whiskey. “I tell you this, Nicky - if the SS have even the smallest sneaking suspicion that their wounded were burnt to death as a result of a Resistance
attack then they will exact a swift and bloody revenge which will be ruthless and completely without mercy.”

Chapter Three
    “Yes please, Auntie Monique.” Anne Mair smiled up at her auntie as Monique speared another two sausages from the frying pan and placed them on Anne’s
plate.
    “There you go, my dear, eat up. There’s plenty more where they came from, don’t you worry.” Monique Roos looked down at her niece and smiled warmly at her. She found it
hard to believe that the last time Anne had sat at the table she had been accompanied by her mother, Sarah and by her father, Davie, Monique’s younger brother. And now both of her parents
were dead, murdered by the SS. Davie had died as a result of the horrific wounds that he had suffered at the hands of SS torturers, and Sarah had been hung in the Town Square on the day of the
Hereward Cathedral Hangings. Anne had come to live with them on their farm in the small village of Frampton-on-the-Ouse which was located on the outskirts of Hereward, not far from the recently
fire-damaged hospital.
    “Let me hold Harry whilst you get your coat on, Emily,” Anne offered as the family got ready to go to church. Her cousin Emily handed over her baby boy to Anne. Harry cooed with
delight as his Auntie Anne blew cool air through the seven-month-old’s wispy hair. Emily had moved from Hereward to Frampton to live with her parents when Harry had been born as she was
finding it increasingly difficult to cope since her husband Archie, a fighter pilot in the RAF, had been shot down and killed in the recent Battle of Britain. Emily had always had a very close
relationship with