This is the thirty-eighth part of a fiction serial, in 744 words.
As the end of March approached, Hettie thought she would lose her mind. She hadn’t been eating properly, and was not concentrating at work. Not a word from George, so she became convinced he was dead. Then one morning as she reluctantly showed up in the basement, Bill was waiting for her.
“You have a visitor, she’s in the dining room upstairs”. He had said ‘she’, so it wasn’t George. That immediately dashed the momentary joy she had felt when Bill had smiled at her.
The visitor was Miss Taylor. Immaculate as ever, she never seemed to age a day. Gesturing to a chair, she stayed professional. “Sit down, Mrs Wheeler, I have some news for you”. Hettie steadied herself on the back of the chair as she sat, fearful she might pass out. Miss Taylor lit a cigarette and started to tell her what the news was.
“I should say straight away that Sergeant-Major Bowes is alive. However, he is a prisoner of the Soviets, and we have no idea where they are holding him. The only reason I know is that they approached us to suggest a prisoner exchange. They want a top-level double agent who was arrested in America, at San Diego Naval Base. Unfortunately, the Americans will not even confirm his arrest, let alone hand him over. It was reported that they would not consider exchanging him for a British soldier even if they had him, which of course they refuse to admit. In the meantime, I am sorry to inform you that George will remain a prisoner until such time as a suitably equal exchange can be arranged. Those exchanges are usually carried out here, in Berlin”.
Stubbing out the cigarette as elegantly as she had smoked it, she raised her eyes and looked along the table. “You may have more questions, but I have no more answers”.
Hettie thanked her, and walked back to her basement office in a daze. Had poor George been wounded? Perhaps he had been tortured for information. The thought of him being hurt made her tearful. Margaret noticed and walked over to her. “Go to your room for a while, I’ll speak to Bill”. Alison said nothing, just carried on working attentively. In her room sitting staring out of the window, Hettie realised that both Bill and Margaret must have been privy to the news before her. Perhaps Miss Taylor had thought she was going to become hysterical, or that the news would compromise her ability to work.
Alone at last, she cried until she had no tears left.
If the exchanges were carried out in Berlin, then Hettie concluded she was in the best place, and should stay there. When George was released, she wanted to be on hand to welcome him and comfort him, even though she knew he would be de-briefed for a long time before he was allowed to see her. At least he was alive, so that news allowed her to grit her teeth and get back to doing her job as best as she could.
When the summer arrived, she admitted to herself that she was feeing desperately lonely. Walking alone in the parks or by the river was no substitute for doing the same things with George. But she couldn’t bring herself to socialise with the others in the evenings, and went back to her books, reading anything she could buy or borrrow in English, and even struggling with some German-language novels.
One morning there was a sharp knock on her door as she was getting dressed to go down to work. Putting her dressing gown on, she was surprised to see two men outside as she opened the door. The older one showed her an SIS identity card in a wallet, and spoke aggressively.
“Mrs Wheeler, you are to remain in your room. Do not go down to your work station, and stay here until someone comes for you. Everyone is to be interviewed. On no account try to leave the building, there are armed men outside on the street. Am I making myself clear?” Hettie nodded, having no idea what to say. She finished getting dressed, and sat on her bed staring at the door. it seemed an eternity before someone knocked again, but it was less than two hours. She was relieved to see it was Bill.
“Hettie, you need to come down and speak to the SIS operatives. Alison has been arrested”.