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"You have the knife. Make it clean and quick. Between the shoulder blades!"

"Captain Briggs has gone to bed, sir. He left strict orders that he wasn't to be disturbed."

"Do you speak English?" Mallory repeatea relentlessly.

"You have a fixation about hotels, Corporal. This is a military establishment and these are army officers' billets."

"Do you speak English?" Mallory repeatea relentlessly.

"These hotels are all the same. The goin's-on-you'd never believe your eyes. Remember once I was at a convention in Cincinnati-"

The sentry appeared in the doorway a few seconds later.

"Get Captain Briggs here, will you, Matthews?" he asked. "At once, please."

He broke off and stared in amazement at the sight of the prisoner catapulting himself bodily across the room to crash into a distant corner, one arm up-curved in rigid defence, stark, unreasoning panic limned in every feature of his face. Slowly Stevens looked away, saw the triumphant grin on Andrea's face, the dawning comprehension in Brown's and Miller's. Suddenly he felt a complete fool Characteristically, Miller was the first to speak.

The soldier hesitated.

"You have the knife. Make it clean and quick. Between the shoulder blades!"

"These hotels are all the same. The goin's-on-you'd never believe your eyes. Remember once I was at a convention in Cincinnati-"

Mallory looked questioningly at Andrea. The giant shook his head.

"Eenglish? Eenglish?" Shoulders and upturned palms lifted in the age-old gesture of incomprehension. "Ka Eenglish!"

Stevens cried out in horror, sent his chair crashing back as be leapt to his feet.

The soldier hesitated.

"Waal, waal, whaddya know! Mebbe he does speaka da Eenglish after all."

He broke off and stared in amazement at the sight of the prisoner catapulting himself bodily across the room to crash into a distant corner, one arm up-curved in rigid defence, stark, unreasoning panic limned in every feature of his face. Slowly Stevens looked away, saw the triumphant grin on Andrea's face, the dawning comprehension in Brown's and Miller's. Suddenly he felt a complete fool Characteristically, Miller was the first to speak.

"Kurdistan or Armenian, Captain, I think. But I don't understand it."

Stevens cried out in horror, sent his chair crashing back as be leapt to his feet.

"I think this is a bit much, Captain Mallory!" The voice was high pitched in anger, more nasal than ever. "I'm not the duty errand-boy, you know. I've had a damned hard day and-"

Black, hate-filled eyes glared back at him in silence. Andrea cuffed him again.

"I think this is a bit much, Captain Mallory!" The voice was high pitched in anger, more nasal than ever. "I'm not the duty errand-boy, you know. I've had a damned hard day and-"

"Do you speak English?" Mallory repeatea relentlessly.

"Good God, sir, you can't-"

The soldier hesitated.

Miller made to speak but changed his mind. The American was a shrewd judge of people. There were those who could be ribbed and those who could not be ribbed. An almost hopeless mission, Miller was quietly aware, and as vital as it was, in his opinion, suicidal; but he was beginning to understand why they'd picked this tough, sunburnt New Zealander to lead it.

"Maybe he doesn't and maybe he does," Mallory said evenly. "All we know is that he "has" been listening and that we can't take any chances. There are far too many lives at stake." His voice suddenly hardened, the eyes were grim and pitiless. "Andrea!"

"Waal, waal, whaddya know! Mebbe he does speaka da Eenglish after all."

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