He moaned in protest and opened his eyes to see Diana bending over him. ‘Wake up—we’ve got a visitor.’ He sat up and rubbed bis eyes. ‘Who?’ ‘Come and see.’ McCready was at the window, binoculars to his eyes. As Denison joined him he said, ‘It’s one of the characters from Kevo—not the Yanks, the other crowd.’ Denison saw the man walking along the edge of the marsh towards the hut. He was about four hundred yards away. ‘Alone?’ ‘I haven’t seen anyone else,’ said McCready. ‘This boy has his nerve, I must say.’ ‘Perhaps he doesn’t know we’re here.’ ‘Then he’s a damned fool,’ said McCready. ‘And they don’t send fools on jobs like this. Diana, stand behind the door with your gun.’ The man tramped stolidly towards the hut. If it were not for his pack he would have looked like any holidaymaker on any beach. Within ten minutes he was within hailing distance and he put up his hands showing empty palms. Holding them up he came to a stop ten yards from the door and waited.
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