“Lieutenant Allison has shifted to fighter group. He is at 155, Interceptor Base.”
“Get him!” Stan snapped.
The operator began plugging again and Stan waited. He saw the man shadowing him standing out at the counter drinking a cup of tea. After a long wait he heard Allison’s voice.
“Hello there?”
“This is Stan. Hold it! Listen! I’m at Ramsgate and have to get to headquarters at once. Can’t tell you how I got here, but I’m about to be grabbed by British Intelligence. I’m dressed like a German business man.”
“I say, old man, this is topping.” Stan heard him shout to O’Malley.
“Is Sim Jones there?”
“Yes, he was here. I don’t see him, but I’m sure he’s around. Want to talk to him?”
“No, but either you or O’Malley keep an eye on him. Don’t let him get out of your sight. If he leaves the mess, follow him!”
“I say, what’s up?” Allison was clearly startled.