Irish Eyes and Nazi Spies by Jones Sebastian

Author:Jones, Sebastian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Raven Publications
Published: 2016-05-09T00:00:00+00:00

2 January 1941

Dublin, Ireland

Klaus had only meant to sleep for a couple of hours after supper before setting off to see Oskar Gelling yet again, but he proved to be more exhausted than he realised, and sank into a deep sleep that was not disturbed until late in the evening, and then only by a loud rumbling sound that dragged him into consciousness. Klaus opened his eyes and stared into the darkness of the room, wondering where he was and what had disturbed him. Then he realised someone was knocking at his door.

“Mr Gelling? Mr Gelling?”

Klaus recognised the anxious voice of Mrs Draper and wondered what could have sent her to rouse him at such an odd time. He was just about to rise and see what the matter was when the shrieking whistle of a bomb hurtling from a plane, followed by the boom of an explosion, revealed all.

Klaus jumped to his feet, still half-dressed from when he had slumped onto his bed just after supper. He pulled open the door to his room and Mrs Draper almost fell into his arms. She was in a complete panic and grabbed at his shirt.

“We are being bombed Mr Gelling! Bombed!”

Another whistle and explosion rocked the house and punctuated her fearful words. Klaus held her firmly.

“Does this house have a cellar?”

Mrs Draper nodded her head.

“I haven’t been down there in years!”

“We must go down tonight,” Klaus turned her around and escorted her back downstairs as another bomb blast lit up the house like lightning.

“What is happening? Who is doing this?” Mrs Draper sobbed, leaning heavily on Klaus for support.

Klaus could not say why Dublin was being bombed, but he suspected it was his fellow Germans behind it rather than the British. He could see no advantage the British could gain from suddenly bombing Dublin, then again, he could see no advantage for the Germans doing it either.

He somehow managed to calm Mrs Draper enough for her to find the old key to the cellar, and then she ushered him down a very steep and slippery set of stone steps. The cellar was only half the width of the house and was empty except for an old table and chairs. How they had been brought down here in the first place Klaus could not imagine, but here they were, and he pulled out a chair that looked in reasonable repair and sat Mrs Draper down.

“I haven’t been down here since my dear husband was shot,” Mrs Draper was looking around in the darkness of the cellar, it was almost impossible to see anything except for outlines cast by the light coming from the hallway above. “He held meetings for the Brotherhood down here.”

Mrs Draper clutched her trembling hands in her lap.

“I can’t think what he would say about Dublin being bombed. No doubt de Valera has his sticky fingers in this!”

Klaus doubted the prime minister of Ireland would risk his position by cooperating in a bombing raid on his capital city.

“Have you a wireless?” he asked instead.

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