Arriving at the pub, Andy went round to the rear entrance and knocked on the door. After about thirty seconds he heard a bolt being withdrawn and the door opened. It was Jamie. “Come in,” he said, opening the door wide for Andy to enter. He took Andy through to the lounge bar and introduced him to Bob, asking if he could have a tea-break so that he and Andy could have a quick chat.
“Aye, go into the ‘snug’ for it,” said Bob, “and if you go and see the missus, she’ll give you something for your break.” Jamie said his thanks and told Andy to head for the ‘snug’ while he went to the kitchen. Andy went in and found a table near a window and sat down. The room tended to be used by small groups wanting to hire a meeting place. Jamie arrived with a tray laden with a pot of coffee, mugs and freshly baked scones. The two men quickly transferred the items from the tray and settled down to enjoy the coffee and scones. After passing pleasantries, Jamie proceeded to tell Andy what he had found out and the possibility that the Penny Jane fishing boat might be the source of the transmissions that he had to check on. He also told Andy about Walmar and Bill Enderby. He explained his suspicions about Enderby possibly not being who he said he was and that Hamilton was going to have him checked out. “It is easy to watch everything that is going on at the base if you are on the sea wall,” said Jamie. With a pair of binoculars you can get a lot of detail.”
“I know,” said Andy, “we’ve already seen the flash of sunlight off binoculars. The problem is getting someone down there to apprehend them. There is no way through the fence and by the time you got there they would be gone.”
“There’s a birdwatchers hide near the sea wall. If we passed it back to Lutterworth, do you think they could set up a watch to trap the person? My bet is that it’s Enderby,” said Jamie.
“I think it’s worth a try,” said Andy. “You contact Lutterworth by ‘phone, Jamie. I’ll write a report and send off. In the meantime, I’ll see what can be done from the base. The problem is that the sea wall is a public footpath and unless a person had notes on them of what they had seen, it would be hard to prove that they were spying.” Jamie agreed with Andy. “Jamie, let’s try and keep tabs on Enderby until Hamilton comes up with something,” said Andy.
“Okay, Andy. If you can go down to Parfleet St Peter this afternoon then I’ll go tomorrow. I’m meeting with Yvonne, anyway,” replied Jamie.
“Fine,” said Andy, “I’ll talk with you tomorrow evening. Now I’d better let you do some work.” The two went their different ways, Jamie to the kitchen with the tray of dirty crockery and Andy to walk back to base.
On the way back to base, Andy decided to turn off along the farm track and see where it led him. He had already been to the sea wall by going down the edge of the fields but Jamie spoke of a well-beaten track to the sea wall. It was further south of where he had gone and seemed to be a short-cut to Parfleet St Peter. Another two fields further south from where Andy had turned east previously, he saw the track that Jamie referred to. Andy turned and followed it. Near the sea wall there was a small wooden footbridge over the ditch with a single metal hand-rail. Andy went over and up onto the sea wall. He turned south towards Parfleet St Peter and could see the village about ten minutes’ walk away. Andy walked at a brisk pace to keep warm. He passed the birdwatchers’ hide and saw that it would make a good look-out to check on people using the sea wall. A couple were walking towards him, leaning forward into the breeze with their overcoat collars turned up. Reaching the village, he headed for the harbour and thence to the seafood shop-cum-cafe. He thought a seafood lunch was very much on order.
In the Yorkshire Dales, Andrei Garasov and his companion had gone for a hike in the morning and arrived back in Hawes for lunch. They were sitting in the lounge waiting for a vacant table in the dining room. A lot of other people had had the same idea about lunch. Janet had excused herself and gone to the ladies’ room. Andrei picked up a magazine from the coffee table. It was a recent edition of “North Country Hospitality” and featured hotels and restaurants in country towns. He flicked through idly and came across a feature on Morpeth in Northumberland. It featured the Queen’s Head Hotel, an obviously old establishment. A photograph of a group in the dining room caught his eye. It consisted of two older couples and a younger couple. It was the younger couple that caught his attention, particularly the man. It looked like the RAF Corporal Hill. He read the article and caught the names, Walton and Hill. Now Garasov was alert. He didn’t hear Janet return as he read the article.
“It must be an interesting article, Andrei,” broke Garasov’s concentration.
“Sorry,” he said, “but I thought there was someone I knew. I’m sure I’m mistaken.” He put the magazine down and
