“Darling,” said Deborah. “Do you know I almost thought the most terriblethings about you?”
“Did you?” said Tuppence. “When?”
Her eyes rested affectionately on her daughter’s dark head.
“That time when you sloped off to Scotland to join Father and I thoughtyou were with Aunt Gracie. I almost thought you were having an affairwith someone.”
“Oh, Deb, did you?”
“Not really, of course. Not at your age. And of course I knew you andCarrot Top are devoted1 to each other. It was really an idiot called TonyMarsdon who put it into my head. Do you know, Mother—I think I mighttell you—he was found afterwards to be a Fifth Columnist2. He always didtalk rather oddly—how things would be just the same, perhaps better ifHitler did win.”
“Did you—er—like him at all?”
“Tony? Oh no—he was always rather a bore. I must dance this.”
She floated away in the arms of a fair-haired young man, smiling up athim sweetly. Tuppence followed their revolutions for a few minutes, thenher eyes shifted to where a tall young man in Air Force uniform was dan-cing with a fair-haired slender girl.
“I do think, Tommy,” said Tuppence, “that our children are rather nice.”
“Here’s Sheila,” said Tommy.
He got up as Sheila Perenna came towards their table.
She was dressed in an emerald evening dress which showed up herdark beauty. It was a sullen3 beauty tonight and she greeted her host andhostess somewhat ungraciously.
“I’ve come, you see,” she said, “as I promised. But I can’t think why youwanted to ask me.”
“Because we like you,” said Tommy smiling.
“Do you really?” said Sheila. “I can’t think why. I’ve been perfectly4 foulto you both.”
She paused and murmured:
“But I am grateful.”
Tuppence said:
“We must find a nice partner to dance with you.”
“I don’t want to dance. I loathe5 dancing. I came just to see you two.”
“You will like the partner we’ve asked to meet you,” said Tuppence smil-ing.
“I—” Sheila began. Then stopped—for Carl von Deinim was walkingacross the floor.
Sheila looked at him like one dazed. She muttered:
“You—”
“I, myself,” said Carl.
There was something a little different about Carl von Deinim this even-ing. Sheila stared at him, a trifle perplexed6. The colour had come up onher cheeks, turning them a deep glowing red.
She said a little breathlessly:
“I knew that you would be all right now—but I thought they would stillkeep you interned7?”
Carl shook his head.
“There is no reason to intern8 me.”
He went on:
“You have got to forgive me, Sheila, for deceiving you. I am not, you see,Carl von Deinim at all. I took his name for reasons of my own.”
He looked questioningly at Tuppence, who said:
“Go ahead. Tell her.”
“Carl von Deinim was my friend. I knew him in England some years ago.
I renewed acquaintanceship with him in Germany just before the war. Iwas there then on special business for this country.”
“You were in the Intelligence?” asked Sheila.
“Yes. When I was there, queer things began to happen. Once or twice Ihad some very near escapes. My plans were known when they should nothave been known. I realised that there was something wrong and that ‘therot,’ to express it in their terms, had penetrated9 actually into the service inwhich I was. I had been let down by my own people. Carl and I had a cer-tain superficial likeness10 (my grandmother was a German), hence my suit-ability for work in Germany. Carl was not a Nazi11. He was interested solelyin his job—a job I myself had also practised—research chemistry. He de-cided, shortly before war broke out, to escape to England. His brothershad been sent to concentration camps. There would, he thought, be greatdifficulties in the way of his own escape, but in an almost miraculous12 fash-ion all these difficulties smoothed themselves out. The fact, when he men-tioned it to me, made me somewhat suspicious. Why were the authoritiesmaking it so easy for von Deinim to leave Germany when his brothers andother relations were in concentration camps and he himself was suspec-ted because of his anti-Nazi sympathies? It seemed as though they wantedhim in England for some reason. My own position was becoming increas-ingly precarious13. Carl’s lodgings14 were in the same house as mine and oneday I found him, to my sorrow, lying dead on his bed. He had succumbedto depression and taken his own life, leaving a letter behind which I readand pocketed.
“I decided15 then to effect a substitution. I wanted to get out of Germany—and I wanted to know why Carl was being encouraged to do so. I dressedhis body in my clothes and laid it on my bed. It was disfigured by the shothe had fired into his head. My landlady16, I knew, was semiblind.
“With Carl von Deinim’s papers I travelled to England and went to theaddress to which he had been recommended to go. The address was SansSouci.
“Whilst I was there I played the part of Carl von Deinim and never re-laxed. I found arrangements had been made for me to work in the chem-ical factory there. At first I thought that the idea was I should be com-pelled to do work for the Nazis17. I realised later that the part for which mypoor friend had been cast was that of scapegoat18.
“When I was arrested on faked evidence, I said nothing. I wanted toleave the revelation of my own identity as late as possible. I wanted to seewhat would happen.
“It was only a few days ago that I was recognised by one of our peopleand the truth came out.”
Sheila said reproachfully:
“You should have told me.”
He said gently:
“If you feel like that—I am sorry.”
His eyes looked into hers. She looked at him angrily and proudly—thenthe anger melted. She said:
“I suppose you had to do what you did .?.?.”
“Darling—”
He caught himself up.
“Come and dance .?.?.”
They moved off together.
Tuppence sighed.
“What’s the matter?” said Tommy.
“I do hope Sheila will go on caring for him now that he isn’t a Germanoutcast with everyone against him.”
“She looks as though she cares all right.”
“Yes, but the Irish are terribly perverse19. And Sheila is a born rebel.”
“Why did he search your room that day? That’s what led us up thegarden path so terribly.”
Tommy gave a laugh.
“I gather he thought Mrs. Blenkensop wasn’t a very convincing person.
In fact—while we were suspecting him he was suspecting us.”
“Hallo, you two,” said Derek Beresford as he and his partner dancedpast his parents’ table. “Why don’t you come and dance?”
He smiled encouragingly at them.
“They are so kind to us, bless ’em,” said Tuppence.
Presently the twins and their partners returned and sat down.
Derek said to his father:
“Glad you got a job all right. Not very interesting, I suppose?”
“Mainly routine,” said Tommy.
“Never mind, you’re doing something. That’s the great thing.”
“And I’m glad Mother was allowed to go and work too,” said Deborah.
“She looks ever so much happier. It wasn’t too dull, was it, Mother?”
“I didn’t find it at all dull,” said Tuppence.
“Good,” said Deborah. She added: “When the war’s over, I’ll be able totell you something about my job. It’s really frightfully interesting, but veryconfidential.”
“How thrilling,” said Tuppence.
“Oh, it is! Of course, it’s not so thrilling as flying—”
She looked enviously20 at Derek.
She said, “He’s going to be recommended for—”
Derek said quickly:
“Shut up, Deb.”
Tommy said:
“Hallo, Derek, what have you been up to?”
“Oh, nothing much—sort of show all of us are doing. Don’t know whythey pitched on me,” murmured the young airman, his face scarlet21. Helooked as embarrassed as though he had been accused of the most deadlyof sins.
He got up and the fair-haired girl got up too.
Derek said:
“Mustn’t miss any of this—last night of my leave.”
“Come on, Charles,” said Deborah.
The two of them floated away with their partners.
Tuppence prayed inwardly:
“Oh let them be safe—don’t let anything happen to them .?.?.”
She looked up to meet Tommy’s eyes. He said, “About that child—shallwe?”
“Betty? Oh, Tommy, I’m glad you’ve thought of it, too! I thought it wasjust me being maternal22. You really mean it?”
“That we should adopt her? Why not? She’s had a raw deal, and it willbe fun for us to have something young growing up.”
“Oh Tommy!”
She stretched out her hand and squeezed his. They looked at each other.
“We always do want the same things,” said Tuppence happily.
Deborah, passing Derek on the floor, murmured to him:
“Just look at those two—actually holding hands! They’re rather sweet,aren’t they? We must do all we can to make up to them for having such adull time in this war. .?.?.”

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