The Secret of Highway House

Highway House is a name that, if things had been different, every one of you would have heard of, every one of you would marvel at and every one of you would know the story of. Why there might even have been a Highway House day, or a Lizzie McMorely day! But you don't and there isn't, and this is why.

Lizzie McMorely, newly graduated from Oxford, is recruited to train as an assassin at Highway House. But when sent out on her first ever mission; the assassination of Adolf Hitler, several factors Lizzie hasn't been trained for come into play: luck, betrayal and love.

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8. Traitor

It was as Lizzie had suspected although she had desperately hoped that she was mistaken. How else could the Germans know about her past and why else would they be following her? Someone had talked. Her first instinct was to call the number stashed in her bag, but there no way to guarantee that that number was safe anymore. Instead she found the nearest cafe and wrote a note to Clara using her new notepad.
 
Clara,
I read pride and prejudice as you recommended and enjoyed it immensely. Rather than a choice between two men as so many novels are, it is a decision about one man who has two different sides to him. She wonders who, if either, she can trust. But whilst a satisfactory ending it was, I must admit that at the end of it I still don't who it is that she can or can't trust. Perhaps you could enlighten me to what you English people believe is the answer.
All my best,
Julia
 
This Lizzie knew would be enough for Clara to know what she was asking without she hoped, arousing suspicion if the letter was intercepted. She had just signed and sealed the envelope when a young army officer sat down in the seat opposite her.
"Hu-hum," he cleared his throat and she glanced up at him, smiling a little in a way that she hoped made her look mature and was fitting for a woman such as Julia Wreath. It seemed to have done the trick for he swallowed nervously and glanced down at the floor.
"Might I-um get you a drink, Frauline?" he asked so nervously, that whilst her training told her still to be wary, Lizzie felt certain that he hadn't been sent to watch her. "Perhaps another, is that tea you're drinking?"
"Yes thank you another tea would be fabulous." She smiled. "My aunt is English you see and has managed to coerce me into drinking it like an English woman." She laughed airily at the end, which seemed to do the trick of relaxing the poor boy a little.
"I have never been to England," he admitted, "I would like to someday, when the war is won. At the moment it could not be permitted of course, the social stature of my parents would be highly compromised if I was to take such a trip."
Lizzie nodded and flashed him another smile. He turned to the waiter to order her another tea, the cogs turning inside her head as he did so. The social stature of his parents, he had said, and by surveying the collection of medals on his uniform she could infer that he himself must be fairly high up in the army; his family connection were most probably the reason. At the moment she had absolutely no idea how she was going to get close enough to Hitler to use a gun or a bomb, or even her hairpins or mints against him. Here was an opportunity right in front of her all too willing, and whilst he was unlikely to know the people at the very top of Germany's social hierarchy, those people that mixed with Hitler himself, connections could be forged once she had a starting point. With that in mind she proceeded to flirt with him for the rest of their encounter, finding that men found Julia Wreath utterly compelling when she flashed what she had mentally started calling "Julia's film star smile". When she felt that she had him sufficiently in awe of her she announced that she had better be heading home. Just as she had expected before she had walked more than a few paces towards the door he ran to catch up with her.
"I was wondering, I mean only if you want to, it’s just, would you like to go for dinner with me tonight?” The last few words were garbled as he hurried to say them as if afraid that if he didn’t say them now he never would.
"Why not?" Lizzie said, "It might be fun."

 

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