199- Train from Oebisfelde -1

Part of the everyday routine of a dream of a life of romantic adventure. Want to get away from it all? We offer you escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

We did not make contact until half an hour at all. Now, you have taken care of him.

Oh, a big crash. That's all I can get. What that will do? Oh, no, it's Eric. Here, this is Mr. Tallander. He will take you to Hanover. How are you? Better not to get on the train?

No. No. We'll wait for the bus. Oh, why? Here's the crowd for cover. Then Mr. Eric, turn your face to me. I'd like to keep you back to the train. In a few days, Eric, the British own permanent of the East German at the ground, I'd have my share of surprises.

But none the match finding Loughton, Herrick, and my custody. This was the man who had disappeared behind me. I hadn't cut him any a year ago. Voluntarily. Brilliant nuclear physicist and authority on thermonuclear reaction.

He'd been swallowed up in the gigantic red maw eastern Europe. Fyest biddefery's brain. And now he was back. It was up to me that was scotting him safely to Hanover, to British intelligence. And as we rode, I speculated on why he had come back.

I suppose you're wondering why I came back. Why did you? Very simple. I finally realized I'd picked the wrong side. So I took the whole show and came home. Just like that, as you say.

like that. You sound pretty casual. How else should I be? I don't know. It is my conscience you're concerned with don't bother. I got more from them than they got from me. Oh. Yes, I know.