Where Eagles Dare

'Instinct,' Smith explained. He stooped over the low-burning oil lamp by the bed, turned up the flame, glanced briefly about the room, located a battered leather case in one corner, swung it to the bed and snapped open the lid. The case contained women's clothing. He pulled Mary to her feet and said : 'Don't waste time. Take off your clothes. And when I say that, I mean your clothes. Every last stitch. Then get into that top outfit there. You'll find everything you need.'.

Mary stared at him.

"Those clothes? Why on earth must I --'

'Don't argue. Now!'

'Now it is,' she said resignedly. 'You might at least turn your back.'

'Relax,' Smith said wearily. 'I have other things on my mind.' He crossed to the window, stood peering out through a crack in the chintz curtains and went on: 'Now, hurry. You're supposed to be coming off the bus from Steingaden that arrives in twenty minutes' time. You'll be carrying that case, which contains the rest of your clothes. Your name is Maria Schenk, you're from Dusseldorf, a cousin of a barmaid that works here, and you've had T.B. and been forced to give up your factory job and go to the mountains for your health. So you've got this new job, through this barmaid, in the Schloss Adler. And you have identity papers, travel permit, references and letters in appropriately post-marked envelopes to prove all of it. They're in that handbag in the case. Think you got all that?'

'I -- I think so,' she said uncertainly. 'But if you'd only tell me --'

'For God's sake!' Smith said impatiently. 'Time, girl, time! Got it or not?'

'It was made for you.' Smith turned round to inspect her.

'36-26-36 or whatever. We--um--broke into your flat and borrowed a dress to use as a model. Thorough, that's us.'

'You broke into my flat?' she asked slowly.

'Well, now, you wouldn't want to go around like a refugee from a jumble sale,' Smith said reasonably. He looked at the dress with an approving eye. 'Does.something for you."

Td like to do something for you,' she said feelingly. Her eyes mirrored her bafflement, her total lack of understanding. 'But--but it must have taken weeks to prepare those clothes-- and those papers!'

'Like enough,' Smith agreed. 'Our Forgery Section did a very special job on those papers. Had to, to get you into the lion's den.'

'Weeks,' Mary said incredulously. 'Weeks! But General Carnaby's plane crashed only yesterday morning.' She stared at him, registering successive expressions of confusion, accusation and, finally, downright anger. 'You knew it was going to crash!'

'Right first time, my poppet,' Smith said cheerfully. He gave her an affectionate pat. 'We rigged it.'

'Don't do that,' she snapped, then went on carefully, her face still tight with anger: There really was a plane crash?'

'Guaranteed. The plane crash-landed on the airfield H.Q. of the Bavarian Mountain Rescue pilots. Place called Oberhausen, about five miles from here. The place we'll be leaving from, incidentally.'

'Did you now?' There was mild interest in Smith's voice. 'I must be getting confused. Anyway, this Mosquito put down on the Oberhausen airfield^riddled with machine-gun bullet holes. British machine-gun bullet holes, but what the hell, holes are holes.'

'And you'd risk the life of an American general--and all the plans for the Second Front--'

'Well, now, that's why I'm in such a hurry to get inside the Schloss Adler.' Smith cleared his throat. 'Not before they get his secrets out of him but before they find out that he's not an American general and knows no more about the Second Front than I do about the back of the room'.'

What! He's a plant?'

'Name of Jones,' Smith nodded. 'Cartwright Jones. American actor. As a Thespian he's pretty second rate but he's a dead ringer for Carnaby.'

She looked at him with something like horror in her eyes.

'You'd risk an innocent--'

'He's getting plenty,' Smith interrupted. 'Twenty-five thousand dollars for a one-night stand. The peak of his professional career.'

There came a soft double knock on the door. A swift sliding movement of Smith's hand and a gun was suddenly there, a Mauser automatic, cocked and ready to go. Another 'swift movement and he was silently by the door, jerking it open. Smith put his gun away. Heidi came in, Smith shutting the door behind her.

'You're off!' Mary said dazedly. 'But--but what am I supposed to do ?'

'Heidi will tell you.'

Mary looked uncertainly at the other girl. 'Heidi?'

'Heidi. Our top secret agent in Bavaria since 1941.'

'Our--top--' Mary shook her head. 'I don't believe it!'

'Nobody would.' Smith surveyed Heidi's opulent charms with an admiring eye. 'Brother, what a. disguise!'

Smith opened the back door of the Gasthaus with a cautious hand, moved swiftly outside and remained stock-still in the almost total darkness, waiting for his eyes to become accustomed to the change of light. The snow, he thought, was heavier than when they had first entered 'Zum Wilden Hirsch' and the wind had certainly freshened. It was bitingly cold.