This is the thirtieth part of a fiction serial, in 754 words.
During the next two years, Hettie’s life changed a great deal. Edward got his long-desired move to the suburbs when they bought a pre-war semi-detached house in Beckenham, still in Kent but close to south London. He sold the goodwill of his businesses as going concerns in Greenwich and Woolwich, taking the lease on a double-fronted lock up shop in Beckenham High Street.
His intention was not only to sell shoes, but also accessories like handbags, belts, and umbrellas. The more expensive items like individual hand-made shoes were abandoned, and he became a shopkeeper rather than a shoemaker.
Hettie’s mum died not long after they moved. In fact, she never spent any time at the new house, as she was admitted to hospital while they were packing up to move. Alfred brought Dorothy to see the new house, and also had unexpected news. He and his lady friend were moving away, emigrating to South Africa. He had served there in the Boer War, and had always seen it as a land of opportunity. They planned to open a hotel in Durban. There were tearful farewells, as it seemed unlikely they would ever meet again.
Edward was immensely pleased with himself. He joined a golf club nearby, even though he had never played before. “It’s the modern way to do business, and to become known by other businessmen, Het. I will get a coach to teach me how to play”. He also employed a woman to come in two days a week to clean the house and do the washing.
Almost overnight, they had become a middle-class couple with good financial prospects, and it felt very strange to Hettie to find herself in that position. She also had to commute by train to her job in MI6, but that proved to be easy enough.
After the first few months in her job, Hettie had learned a lot about the strange atmosphere of working for Military Intelligence. For one thing, there was little involvement from the military. Most of her colleagues were university graduates who had gone to the best private schools and the prestigious colleges at Oxford and Cambridge. MI6 dealt only with foreign intelligence, double agents, spies in other countries, and the monitoring of the activities of their opposite numbers from what had now become enemy countries under the influence of Soviet Russia.
They jealously guarded their secrets from MI5, the domestic intelligence agency that had the remit to hunt down spies in Britain. At times it seemed to Hettie that those two organisations regarded each other to be the enemy, and spent more time trying to outwit each other than the jobs they were supposed to be doing. Fortunately for her, she had a targeted job involving Germany, specifically managing communications with spies and agents in Berlin and other cities there.
She had learned how to make use of documents photographed onto microfilm, and learned the codes used by agents sent by Morse or radio. Movement of Soviet army units and naval units, and the deployment of Soviet agents across countries like Bulgaria, Hungary, and Yugoslavia which were passed to the relevant colleagues dealing with those. Many of the informants were just doing it for money, and some were double agents from inside the Soviet Cheka, their intelligence service.
They had code names that had no relevance to the countries concerned. Names like Bullfrog, Dancer, Tourist, and Curly. Only Hettie kept a record of their real names and locations. There were others to deal with of course. British MI6 agents placed inside the country, often at great peril in very dangerous situations. There had code numbers which were random, with no indication whether they were male or female. Sometimes communication from them was erratic, and on a few occasions it stopped completely.
Everyone knew what that meant.
Some colleagues came and went, spending only short periods in the house in Victoria. Others were still there, including Richard. He had developed a strong working relationship with Hettie, but he never lost sight of the fact that he was in charge, that she worked for him specifically. So there were no friendly chats, no drinks after work, and definitely no gossip.
Conversations with the people who worked in photographic or technical were always businesslike, and she was only shown enough to allow her to understand what she needed from them.
As far as Edward was concerned, she was working at The Admiralty as department head keeping records of naval officers. And she left it at that.