MISS Bennett’s voice penetrated the solid door with ease. Eva tentatively pushed it open and shuffled in, clasping a brown envelope marked Top Secret. “The Ministry of Defence thought you would want to read this report immediately, Miss Bennett.” Eva stepped carefully forewards under Miss Bennett’s expectant gaze. Miss Bennett took the brown envelope without a word of thanks, but examined Eva closely. “You know you’re not a prisoner here, Eva?” she asked in a steady tone. “You can go home at any time.” Eva nodded, her face impassive. “As soon as I’m ready.” “I understand.” Miss Bennett smiled at last. “You’ve been through a lot.” She paused, fingering the envelope. “You know, I was young when I started working for the Secret Services too. Not as young as you, but still very young.” Eva tried to push her lips into a smile. They twitched. “There’s a lot that I want to teach you,” Miss Bennett went on. “Why don’t you start by taking breakfast to our guests?”
