Secrets on the Shore (Taylor and Rose mini adventure). Katherine Woodfine

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      This would not be in the least like tracking down missing jewels or stolen paintings – nor even like trying to untangle the schemes of their old enemy, the mysterious crime lord once known as ‘the Baron’. Working for the British government would be something entirely new.

      It had been their friend Mr McDermott who had introduced them to the man they knew only as ‘C’. They’d gone to a building at Lincoln’s Inn Fields, and into an office marked CLARKE & SONS SHIPPING AGENTS. But in fact, ‘C’ was not a shipping agent at all; instead, he was the head of a new and strictly confidential government department – the Secret Service Bureau.

      The Bureau was dedicated to what ‘C’ called ‘intelligence and counter-espionage’ but what Sophie and Lil thought of simply as spying. Very few people even knew the department existed, and they felt proud to be part of that small circle. Now, Lil flashed Sophie a quick, bright smile, and Sophie knew that she too was full of excitement that here they were – on official business for the British government.

      ‘Thank you for coming to see me,’ C had said at that first meeting, leaning back in the big leather chair behind a desk cluttered with papers. ‘I have several detectives working for me at present. Mr McDermott here is one of them. From what I hear from him and my colleague Inspector Worth at Scotland Yard, I think that two young ladies with your talents could be a great help to me. I have a little job in mind that I think would suit you down to the ground. Shall we call it a trial run?’

      Sophie had known straight away that she wanted the assignment. Running their own detective agency was marvellous, of course, but working for the government would really be something. It would be a chance to do something that truly mattered – like last winter, when they’d stopped the Baron’s terrible plot on Piccadilly Circus. What was more, she’d felt at once that she wanted to prove herself to C, who looked just like any kindly older gentleman with his gold watch chain and pleasant smile, but whose eyes glittered behind his spectacles with a sharp intelligence. In spite of his courteous manner, she had felt he was weighing them up – and she did not want to be found wanting.

      He had explained the assignment to them quickly and clearly. His agents were currently investigating a network of German spies that was being established in Britain. The spies were gathering information about everything from railways and mines to the most confidential plans of the Army and Navy, to send back to their spymaster in Berlin: a man named Ziegler. This information would be extremely valuable to the German government in the event of war breaking out between Britain and Germany.

      ‘Of course, actually getting the information back to Berlin is difficult for them,’ C had explained. ‘We can intercept the spies’ letters or telegrams and catch them out. So, they’ve come up with more imaginative ways of communicating with Ziegler. My sources inform me that they are sending messages back and forth by boat, making use of quiet parts of the coast, where they will go unnoticed by the authorities. This is one such area.’

      He’d unfolded a map and tapped a small stretch of coastline with the end of his pencil. It would be Sophie and Lil’s task to investigate this stretch of coast, and to find out as much as they could about the spies’ system.

      ‘They won’t be using the harbour, of course,’ C had observed, drumming his pencil against the map. ‘They’ll be slipping in and out of a remote, deserted spot where no one will notice them. We believe they are likely using a dead letter box: a hidden place where messages can be left and collected later by their accomplices.’

      ‘Find the dead letter box if possible,’ he went on. ‘Gather as much information about their system as you can: locations, times, details.’

      He paused for a moment, and then tapped his pencil again against the margin of the map. There was a note written there in green ink, reading: ‘DELIVERY – CODE NAME “DER FALKE”?’

      ‘Most of all, I should like to know about this,’ he said. ‘My informants tell me an important delivery is expected from Berlin very soon. It has a code name: der Falke, or in English, the falcon. What it is, we cannot be sure. It may be a message from Ziegler, or a delivery of supplies of some kind. It may even be a German code book. Find out what it is if you possibly can.

      ‘But whatever you do, don’t give yourselves away,’ he instructed finally. ‘If Ziegler’s agents guess that we’re on to them, they will likely change their system, and all the hard work we have done to get this far will go to waste.’

      After he’d finished giving his instructions, they’d left the office. A young man typing at a desk near the door had looked up and smirked at them, as if he thought their presence was rather ridiculous, but Sophie and Lil had been too excited to pay him any attention.

      Back at the office of Taylor & Rose Detectives, they couldn’t wait to tell the news to the rest of their team.

      ‘Investigating German spies!’ Billy had exclaimed in amazement. ‘Not really?’

      ‘Isn’t it a thrill?’ Lil had said, brandishing one of the jammy buns they had bought by way of a celebration. ‘Whoever would have thought that we would be working for the government?’

      It was certainly exciting, but Sophie had experienced the first stirrings of nervousness. ‘It’s not a bit like anything we’ve done before. I hope we’re up to the task!’

      ‘Of course you are,’ Mei had said, loyally.

      Joe had nodded, grinning at Sophie and then over at Lil, who in her excitement had not noticed she had a smear of jam on the end of her nose. ‘After everything else the two of you have done, I reckon you’re capable of just about anything.’

      Now, only a few weeks later, they were standing on the darkened station platform in Rye with their suitcases, breathing in the damp, smoky, salt-scented air.

      It was Lil’s turn to shiver. ‘It’s rather creepy, isn’t it?’ she said, glancing around the deserted station, lit by a single flickering gas-lamp. ‘Let’s hurry.’ She slung a leather case containing field glasses over her shoulder and adjusted her hat. ‘Ugh – I wish I’d left this hat on the train,’ she muttered. ‘I’m all for disguises, of course, but I don’t care at all for these ghastly tweeds.’

      It was true that they looked most unlike their usual selves. They were travelling as two young ladies who were enthusiastic birdwatchers. This disguise had been C’s idea, and Sophie knew it was a good one. After all, it would make it quite easy for them to trek about the coast with notebooks and field glasses without raising any eyebrows. They’d dressed for the part in walking outfits from the Sporting Goods department at Sinclair’s: tweed skirts with matching belted jackets, plain felt hats, stout shoes and thick, rather itchy woollen stockings. But they were not very attractive, and certainly not the kind of clothes that Lil – who adored dressing stylishly – would ever have chosen for herself.

      Just the same, Sophie felt grateful for the warmth of her sensible outfit as they made their way out of the station, and along a narrow street that led steeply upwards. It was growing cold, and their breath puffed out in little clouds as they zigzagged up the hill.

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