Jill's eyes lit up. 'Put it there,' she said holding out her hand. 'We both worked for the same people.'
'Wot you, miss — in the Kompani Linge?' Sunde's whole face had lit up too, infected by her enthusiasm.
'Yes,' she nodded. 'I was one of their radio operators.'
'Blimey,' he said, seizing her hand. 'Oi thought there was some-fink familiar aba't your voice. You was one o' the girls wot used ter give us our instructions on the radio.' Again she nodded. 'Well, knock me fer a row o' little green apples! An' I never met you. Ever meet my mate — Peer Storjohann! Corporal, 'e was.'
Jill shook her head. Then she leaned towards him. 'Did you know most of the Kompani?'
'We was trainin' wiv 'em for nearly a year — that was 1941. We knew most o'
'em who was in Scotland then.'
'Did you know Korporal Bernt Olsen?'
'Bernt Olsen?' Sunde's face froze. 'Yus — Oi knew Bernt Olsen. Why?'
'Bernt Olsen's real name was George Farnell. It was Bernt Olsen who was killed on the Jostedal. And Schreuder was with him at the time. Now please — please tell me where you have taken Schreuder. You did pick him up this morning, didn't you?'