Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
It seemed that every time I began to think of Von Steubon as a friend, he withdrew and began to act in his usual sullen manner once more. I admit that he utterly puzzled me.
I had been back, serving as his secretary, only once in the recent days. Most of my mornings were spent out of doors, with the work details. There were a few more times when I supervised the work detail in which Matthew worked.
Every time Von Steubon came to inspect the workers, he seemed stiff and withdrawn, ignoring me, for the most part.
I wondered what I had done to upset him so, and could only conclude that he must somehow have found out that I had not been cautious enough and that Matthew now knew at least part of my secret.
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Winfred
Historical FictionThe Women's Guard, The Soldier, The Nazi, The Spy. The Spy turned Prisoner. As they say, dead men (or women, as the case may be) tell no tales. But Kathleen Winfred isn't dead; she managed to escape. Now, the story of her capture by Nazis in occup...
