Confessions: Utterly captivating historical fiction full of wartime secrets (Sisters of Wartime England Book 7) by Madalyn Morgan

Author:Madalyn Morgan [Morgan, Madalyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Storm Publishing
Published: 2023-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

Ena took the key and the ticket she’d found in Sid’s dictionary to Left Luggage on Waterloo Station. ‘Excuse me,’ she said to an elderly man sitting on the other side of a glass hatch. ‘I’d like to collect a–’ What was she there to collect? She said, ‘bag.’

‘Got a ticket?’ The old man asked, hauling himself out of his seat with a groan. ‘Arthritis,’ he complained.

Ena handed him the ticket and the old man turned it over and laughed.

‘I remember this. It’s the one and six written on the back that’s reminded me. I’d not long locked up. The fella that left it said it were important. Life and death he said. So, I took the case for him and he gave me ten bob for my trouble.’ The old man gave Ena a tobacco stained grin and ambled off. A minute later he returned with an old brown briefcase that looked like a doctor’s Gladstone bag. ‘That’ll be one and six, then.’

Ena delved into her handbag, took out her purse and extracted two shillings from it. She waved away the sixpence change, lifted the briefcase from the ledge of the hatch, thanked the man and left. She felt vulnerable leaving Waterloo Station with Sid’s briefcase. It wasn’t until she was in the Sunbeam and the case was locked securely in the boot that she felt safe.

Driving home in a state of nervous excitement, the last thing Ena thought about was the green surveillance car. But there it was. Parked in its usual place. ‘Damn!’ She drove on. She looked in the rear-view mirror. It was nowhere to be seen. She relaxed a little. Where to now? She couldn’t go home; the goon in the Austin Cambridge would see the case when she took it from the boot – and it wasn’t safe to take it to the office.

She turned into Stockwell Gardens and found the perfect place. With not a green car in sight, Ena drove into the car park at the rear of their local pub, the Hope and Anchor. The sign in the window said Bed and Breakfast – Rooms Available.

The landlord knew her. He had been in military intelligence during the war and wouldn’t question why she wanted to rent a room for a couple of hours. He didn’t.

Returning to her car she took her scarf and gloves from the passenger seat and locked the door. Standing for some time at the back of the Sunbeam, Ena looked for movement in the cars already in the car park. Then she watched the entrance. Satisfied that she hadn’t been followed, Ena unlocked the boot and took out the briefcase. She walked swiftly to the pub’s back door, went up the stairs to the first floor and into the first bedroom.

Shortly afterwards, the landlord arrived with a mug of coffee and a plate of ham and pickle sandwiches. ‘A drop of Teacher’s,’ he said. Winking at Ena he put a tumbler with a good three measures of whisky in it on the table.

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