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19 Flight of the Eagle

May 1951







Steven Taylor settled back into his chair. He looked about the spacious office;
a bit too big for his personal taste, but then it wasn't his office. William
was on the phone talking to some big-wig official. That's what you get, working
in an embassy. "Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Good-bye." He hung up the
phone. "Sorry to keep you waiting, your Grace. I've just been running
ragged for the past few days. I did get a chance to dig up some information on
that name you gave me."



"I hope you didn't go too far out of your way."



"Anything to help. Here's the folder. Seems he ran into a bit of trouble
in London two years ago and left for Switzerland. Seems you knew his brother
Edward."



"I thought that was the reason." His tone was bitter. "Where was
he last headed?"



"Sources say he went back to England and disappeared. That was about the
time you abdicated. Shouldn't be too hard to find. In most ways he's like his
brother: likes big social parties and gambles quite a bit."



"Good. Get me a plane, I'm going back to London."



"I'll arrange it."



Steven boarded the plane bound for London as just another face in the crowd.
After a year out of the public eye, he had come full circle in his career:
people knew the name but couldn't place the face.



The plane landed in Heathrow Airport two hours later. He took a taxi to the
Ritz then walked to his flat. He smiled as he unlocked the door knowing his
sister had arranged for it to be looked after while he was away. He set down
his bags, poured himself a drink, then sat on the couch and looked through the
file on Edward Mannering's brother.



His first name was Roger and he was a year older than Edward. The two had been
very close. When Roger had to leave the country, Edward gave him the money.
Added in pen was the thought that since Roger learned of Edward's arrest and
subsequent suicide, he swore revenge on the man responsible; Lord James Stuart,
duke of Edinburgh, also known as Steven Taylor. Steven looked at the enclosed
photo. Roger did resemble his brother and had deep blue eyes and light brown
hair. He committed the face to memory before putting the file away in his desk.



He changed into a fresh suit and hailed a taxi. "Where to, mate?"
asked the cabby.



"Drive me to the Palace."



"Buckin'am?"



"Isn't the only one in London, isn't it?"



"Yeah, guess it is."



The cabby dropped Steven off at the Palace gates without any further questions.
Steven let himself in by the mews and entered the Palace. It was quiet as he
wandered through his former home. It was only 9:00 so Sarah would not be
asleep, she had probably just gone to her room. He ascended the stairs and
knocked on her door. "Come in."



Steven walked in. She had her back to the door. "Hey, kid. How's
life?"



"Steven! You're back!" She hugged him. "It's great to see you
again! Are you hungry? Thirsty?"



"No, I'm fine, really."



"What brings you back?"



"I've got a lead on who killed Victoria. Besides, I wanted to see how you
were doing."



"I'm great! I have some new friends and they're not all stuffed shirts.
And I'm engaged!"



"Wonderful. When did it happen?"



"He proposed about five months ago. I'm surprised you didn't hear about
it. He's wonderful. Honest, kind, suave, good-looking..."



"When am I going to meet this paragon?"



"We were going to Brighton for a small party. The date is set for next
week. His name is Richard Malone."



He hugged her. "I'm really happy for you."



"Why don't you stay here tonight? It'll be like old times."



****************************************



He woke later in the morning than usual. He shaved, dressed, and went
downstairs to eat. Sarah must have told the staff he was there because they did
not act as if his presence were anything unusual. Sarah was in the dining room.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"



"Like a baby. I have an idea about today. How about if I go down to
Brighton first, fix up the house and pretend to be a servant or something? That
way I can observe Richard acting normally without him knowing your big brother
is watching. I promise I won't do anything to embarrass you and I'll be myself,
too. Deal?"



Sarah hesitated. "Okay, it's a deal."



After breakfast was finished, Sarah had the chauffeur drive Steven to his flat.
When he was inside, he immediately went to the phone and dialed the post
office. "I'd like to send a telegram to the States. Ready? 'John
Fitzgerald, Greenwich, CT, USA. Expecting a bit of trouble soon. Will need your
help. Hope the next plane to Heathrow. Mention me if there's trouble.' Sign
that 'Taylor'. Thanks." He hung up the phone then went to pack.



It was a nice day for a drive; the sun was shining brightly. The engine of the
Alvis purred softly as Steven weaved in and out of traffic. His thoughts turned
to Roger Mannering. He must not know that Steven was back in England or
something would have happened by now. It took him a little less than a
half-hour to reach Brighton. Inside the house, Steven checked the foodstuffs to
see if there would be enough, then went to change.



*******************************



In Connecticut, Fitz read the telegram. He was puzzled by the cryptic message,
but knew that when Steven said there was trouble, there was trouble. He told
his mother he had to go straight to London. She did not question why, she knew
Steven had asked for him. Once at Heathrow, Fitz picked up his suitcase from
the baggage claim and hailed a cab. "Where to, squire?"



"Buckingham Palace, please."



"Oh, Lor'! you're the second bloke in two days what asked to go
there!"



"Really?"



"Yeah. Why can't you tourist fellas tike the reg'lar way?"



"I'm not a tourist. I was asked to come."



"By the Queen hersel', right?"



"No. Actually, it was her brother."



"I got ya there, mate. 'Er brother's on the Cont'nent."



"You're wrong. I've got a feeling that the 'bloke' you took to the Palace
yesterday was James." At this, the cabby laughed. "I wouldn't laugh
if I were you. It's probably true."



Fitz paid his fare, grabbed his suitcase, and went up to the gate. A guard
asked for his name and business. "John Fitzgerald. I'm a friend of the
Queen's from the States." The guard picked up the phone in his booth and
spoke to the other end.



"You may go in," said the guard gruffly. He opened the gate for Fitz
to pass through.



Fitz walked the path to the main door and rang the bell. The door was opened by
Sarah herself. "Fitz, it's so good to see you! It's been such a long
time!" She hugged him. "I'm forgetting my manners. Come on in. Excuse
the mess, I'm going to Brighton for the weekend. What brings you here?"



"I got a telegram from Steven asking me to come as soon as possible. He
said he was expecting trouble."



"Trouble? Maybe that's why he wanted to go down to the house first."



"What?"



"He wanted to disguise himself as a servant 'to observe' as he put it. He
wants to see if my fiancé really loves me."



"I forgot you were engaged. You really love him, don't you?"



"Yes, I do." She smiled. "Why don't you come with us down to
Brighton? I'm sure Richard won't mind. Besides, Steven might want your
help."



"If you're sure."



"I'm positive."



About fifteen minutes later, the man in question arrived. Fitz saw a very
good-looking man, about five-foot- ten, with sandy-brown hair and bright blue
eyes. No wonder Sarah had fallen for him. Fitz knew then that he did not have a
chance for Sarah's affections.



"Richard, I'd like you to meet John Fitzgerald, an old friend from the
States. An old beau, as a matter of fact."



"Oh, really? Nice to meet you, John."



"Please, call me Fitz. Everyone does."



"Okay...Fitz." He turned to Sarah. "Ready to go?"



"Richard, would you mind if Fitz came along? After all, he came all this
way."



"Can't very well leave him here. Of course you can come, Fitz. Ever been
to Brighton before?"



"No, never. I've only been to England twice before and that was just
London."



"You'll be in for a treat," said Sarah.



They arrived in Brighton an hour later and were greeted at the door by a
servant in his early fifties. Sarah was taken back by the change in her
brother. "Where's Sanford?"



"His mother was taken ill, ma'am. The agency sent me to fill-in. My name
is Townshend. May I take your bags?"



"Thank you, Townshend."



"If the gentlemen will follow me, I will show them to their rooms."



Fitz and Richard followed Townshend. He stopped in front of a door. "Mr.
Malone, this is your room. There is an attached bath for your convenience. Mr.
Fitzgerald, if you will follow me."



Fitz followed the servant further down the hall. Townshend opened the door and
stepped aside to let Fitz enter. It was bright and airy with a view of the
Channel. Townshend spoke. "I felt that since this was your first visit,
you should have a room with a view. You also have an attached bath. Will that
be all?"



"Yes, thanks."



"Hey, Fitz, keep an eye on Richard. I don't like his looks. Talk to you
tonight at the party." Steven shut the door behind him.



Fitz stared in surprise at the door. He smiled as he changed out of his
traveling clothes and into jeans and a T-shirt before going downstairs. He
walked into the kitchen and saw Steven drinking a beer. "Won't Richard suspect?"



"No. He and Sarah are outside. I want to talk to you about him.
Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo, "look at
this picture. That's a photo of Roger Mannering, brother of Edward. He's the
one who killed Victoria."



"Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything rash."



"Would I kid about a thing like that? I swore an oath that I would find
out who killed her and dispense proper justice. I've been searching all over
Europe only to learn he's been in England practically the whole time. If he's
doing this just to get me, I don't want Sarah too deeply involved."



"What do you want me to do?"



"Keep an eye on the two of them tonight at the party. I'm going to show up
as myself and I want you to watch Mannering's reaction. Just remember to call
him Richard or we'll blow the whole thing."



"Okay. What's the party for, anyway?"



"Just some of Sarah's friends. I can't watch him all the time, that's why
I asked you to come. It'll call for you spending quite a bit of time with
Sarah." Fitz was embarrassed. "Here they come. Help me with the hors
d'oeuvres so he won't suspect anything."



"Does Sarah know your suspicions?"



"No. This just started as a plan to watch her fiancé. It wasn't until I
saw him at the door that I learned it was Mannering."



Sarah and Richard came into the room. "Fitz, you should have been outside.
The sunset was beautiful."



"Maybe I'll go out later this evening."



"And miss my party? I'm sure there will be a lot of beautiful girls
interested in you."



"I doubt it. Excuse me while I go get ready."



"Your Majesty?"



"You don't need to call me that, Townshend. In front of company,
maybe."



"Yes, Ma'am. Everything is ready for the party. The food will just have to
be heated in the oven for a few minutes before serving. The guests should be
arriving in another hour."



"Thank you, Townshend. We had better go upstairs and get ready. Please let
me know when the guests begin to arrive."



"Yes, Ma'am."



Fitz waited until Sarah and Mannering had entered their rooms before he went downstairs.
He entered the kitchen to see Steven taking hors d'oeuvres out of the
oven. He looked up. "My, don't we look nice in our dinner jacket."



"Quit it. Is there anything I can do?"



"Yeah, just a few last-minute touches. What I'm going to do after the
party gets started is to take my leave as Townshend. I'll go up the backstairs
after I'm dismissed by Sarah and change out of this costume. The Alvis is
parked down the street where no one will see it. I'll then drive up as myself
and that's when I need you to check his reaction."



"Sure thing, but how will I know when you're going to do it? I might be
out back."



"I don't know yet, but I'll think of something. Set these plates on the
sideboard. You can give Sarah the 10-minute warning."



*************************************************



All during the party, Fitz tried to stay close to Mannering, but was kept away
by many young women that found him attractive. They plied him with questions
about what he did during the war and his relationship with Steven. "What
was he like as a young boy?" "How did he do in school?"
"Was he really a thief?"



"He was an okay kid. We were really close, like brothers. He was so smart
in school that he had colleges willing to pay him to choose them. Since
times were tough, he needed a way to make money. He did a little thieving on
his own then fell in with some small-time thieves, turning them into the
most-wanted gang in New England. He broke out on his own and everyone knows the
rest."



"What about during the war? Is it true that you rescued him from a German
convoy?"



"I didn't do it myself. My unit and I only knew there was an important
prisoner."



Townshend came by with a tray. "Your drink, sir."



"I didn't ask for a drink."



"It's from Her Majesty, sir." He handed Fitz the drink with a small
note. He then disappeared into the crowd.



"Excuse me, please." Fitz strolled out onto the terrace and read the
brief note. "Now's the time." He walked back inside and made his way
towards Sarah and Mannering.



He had just reached them when an approaching car was seen in the driveway.
"I just hate it when people come late to my parties," said Sarah as
she went to the door. She was reaching for the handle when the door opened.
"It's great to see you!" the guests heard her cry. "I didn't
know you were back!"



The two walked back to the party and all eyes stared at the couple as they
stood in the doorway. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my brother James.
He's just returned from spending the past year on the Continent." The
guests clapped, and, after a slight hesitation, Mannering joined in.



When Steven had a chance to get away, he joined Fitz for a walk along the
beach. "So, tell me, what were his reactions?"



"When he first saw you, he stared. He slowly joined in the clapping. He
had this look on his face, almost as if you could see the wheels turning in his
head."



"So he does have a plan of sorts. He just wasn't ready to put it into
action so soon." They walked further down the beach. "I'm going to
have lunch with Mannering on Thursday."



"You can't be serious! The man is out to kill you and you're going to have
lunch with him? I can't believe it."



"It's good to confront him and see what he does. I have an idea of what
he'll try and a plan how to oppose it."



********************************



Sunday evening Fitz drove with Steven back to London to stay at his flat.
"I still can't believe you accepted his invitation."



"Actually, I was the one who made the invitation."



"You did what? Now I know you're crazy."



On the Thursday before the wedding, Steven went to his luncheon appointment.
Before he left, he spoke with Fitz. "If anything happens to me before the
wedding, hold your tongue. If I'm not there, I want you to wait until they ask
for any objections. Only then and not sooner."



"So you think he's got something up his sleeve."



"I'm giving him his best opportunity to get me out of the way, and I don't
think he's gonna pass it up."



"What should I say to Sarah if you don't show?"



"You'll think of something. You always were a great liar." He grinned
then left for the restaurant.



After the meal, Steven began the conversation. "Well, Roger, I'm glad you
could join me."



"That night at the party, I wondered if you knew."



"I went all over Europe trying to find you only to learn that you had come
back here. You're certainly moving in exalted circles. You gave me quite a
surprise when I saw you arrive with my sister."



"No one was there except the butler... Very clever."



"Thank you. If you will excuse me." Steven left the table.



While Steven was gone, Roger put a powder into his drink. "That should
knock him out for awhile."



"Sorry about that," Steven said upon his return.



"That's quite all right."



Steven took a sip of his drink. There was a tinge of bitterness. His plan had
worked. He finished the glass. "I feel a little groggy."



"Would you like me to drive you home?"



"If it's not too much trouble."



"My car's right outside. Here, lean on me." Roger helped him into the
car. The last thing Steven remembered was driving along the Thames.



*************************************



He woke in a small stone-walled room. When his vision cleared, he could see
that there were bars over the small window in the door. Steven propped himself
up slowly on a small cot with a straw mattress. He rose and walked to the
window, which was also barred. He glanced out and found himself looking down on
the inner courtyard of the Tower of London. The setting sun cast shadows on the
walls. "I must have been out since lunch."



"That's right, Taylor, you were. Or should I say James?"



"You and your brother think a lot alike."



"Edward was a nobody, a weakling."



"You can't be blaming me for his suicide."



"Why not? You were the cause."



"Wouldn't you think it was his fault for being caught?"



"That's no longer the question. You were the cause for my brother's death.
I failed in Switzerland, but I'll get you here. A slow and painful death. And
in three days I'll be married to the Queen of England."



"Must admit you have style. Not many people would think of the
Tower."



"I like to think of it as history repeating itself. I must be off. Enjoy
yourself, James." Mannering locked the door behind him and left Steven
alone in his cell.



******************************



Fitz was worried when Steven did not return. He knew he could not tell a soul
about Mannering. He had promised. He wondered how he could face Mannering not
knowing if Steven was still alive. I just have to go through with it.



When Fitz saw Mannering the next day, he thought of Steven. He came up with an
explanation for his friend's disappearance. "He had to go away on an
urgent trip to Hamburg."



"Hamburg? What's so important there?"



"He didn't say. He said he would try and be back in time for the
wedding."



"That's very unlike him. Fitz, if he doesn't make it, will you give me
away?"



"I'm sure he'll be here, but if not, I'll do it."



"Thank you."



Fitz saw Mannering staring at him and wondered if he knew.



*******************************



Steven woke the next morning to the ravens cawing outside his window. His back
ached from the mattress. The damp wasn't doing him much good either. He heard
someone tramping up the steps. It was probably the guard that Mannering had
paid to keep an eye on him. The man shoved a bowl of gruel through the flap
under the door along with a glass of tepid water. The man did not say a word,
but turned and plodded back down the stairs.



He ate a few spoonfuls of the gruel and drank about half the water. He could
hear a guide speaking outside. "Many famous royal personages were held
here over the years. Now it is only used for housing the Crown Jewels."



Steven laughed at this remark. "That's what you think."



The tour went on and it reminded Steven of his first tour of the Towers six
years ago. So much had happened since then. He did some exercises to keep
himself from going crazy then stretched out on the cot. It was going to be a
long day.



********************************



Friday, Fitz was still worried about Steven. "If I only knew. Sarah seems
to have accepted the fact that he's in Germany. I wish I could tell her the
truth, but I promised."



When Steven had still not shown up for the rehearsal, Fitz had to fill in for
him. He glanced at Mannering out of the corner of his eye and saw him with a
smirk on his face. Steven, where are you?



*****************************



The next time Steven saw Mannering was late Saturday morning, the day of the
wedding. "Well, James--brother-- after this morning I will be on an equal
level to you, maybe higher. I could trump up some charge of treason and have
you executed."



"I hope you realize that I'm not stupid enough to let you kidnap me
without leaving information behind. If you kill me, someone can still nab you
for murder."



"They wouldn't dare."



"What would prevent them? Murder is murder no matter who commits it."



"We shall soon see, James. We shall soon see."



As Mannering left, Steven walked to the door and shoved a piece of material
into the door to jam the lock. Roger didn't notice.



Steven waited a sufficient length of time to allow Roger to leave and get to
the cathedral before he made his move. He knew when the next tour was going
through so he waited and joined it. The people took no notice of his disheveled
appearance. Once outside, he hailed a taxi. "St. Paul's and hurry."



"I won't be able to get close, mate, 'cos o' the weddin'."



"Do your best."



The taxi pulled away. Steven glanced in the rearview mirror and could not get
over how bad he looked. The suit he had on was soiled and he was unshaven and
unkempt. How was he going to handle this?



*******************************



Fitz rode with Sarah to the Cathedral. "It's not like Steven to miss
something like this," she said.



"I'm sure he's trying his hardest to be here."



"Are you?"



"Yes. He's probably on his way here now."



They arrived at St. Paul's. The guests were waiting patiently and Mannering was
on the dais. Sarah squeezed his hand. "Thanks for being here, Fitz."



"You're welcome." Inside, Fitz was in turmoil. What would he say? How
long could he wait? Where was Steven?



The music began. Fitz held out his arm for Sarah and they walked down the
aisle. "You're more nervous than I am, and I'm the one getting married.
What's wrong?"



"I'm worried about Steven."



"You said he was called away to Germany. There's nothing to worry
about."



"There is. I just can't tell you. Please understand."



They arrived at the altar. Fitz gave Sarah away then stood to the side. The
ceremony slowly approached the critical point. Fitz began to think of what to
say. "If there is anyone who knows of any impediment why these two should
not be joined in Holy Matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace."



Here we go! "I do!" Sarah looked at him questioningly while
Mannering glared at him. "I'm sorry, Sarah, but I can't let you do it. I
can't let you marry a murderer!"



"Fitz, what do you mean?"



"Young man," asked the Archbishop, "do you have proof?"



"The sober truth. This man killed King James' wife in Switzerland."



"How do you come by this evidence?"



"James told me himself and I bet Roger here killed him, too."



In one quick move, Roger pulled out a knife and held it to Sarah's throat.
"If anyone makes a move, she gets it."



Fitz walked forward, slowly. "So you did kill Victoria. Why?"



Mannering retreated backwards down the aisle. "I was aiming for Taylor. He
was responsible for my brother's death."



"Your brother?" They were halfway to the main doors.



"Edward was arrested on an attempted murder charge. He committed suicide
in prison." The door was at his back now. Fitz kept walking towards him.
"Don't anyone try to follow us. I swear, she'll get it." He walked
backwards through the door and felt something sharp prick him in the back.



"I would advise letting go, Roger, or I swear..." It was
Steven.



Mannering slowly withdrew his hand from Sarah's neck. She ran to Fitz. With his
hostage gone, Roger knew there was only one way out. He lunged with his knife
towards Steven, who saw it coming and stepped aside. Mannering ran outside and
Steven followed. Mannering lunged again and caught Steven in the leg. Instinctively,
Steven reached out and drew blood from Mannering's arm. Mannering staggered
down the steps as the crowd cleared a path. Steven hobbled down the steps but
could not catch up. He saw a thick branch lying on the ground, picked it up,
and threw it at Mannering's legs. Mannering tripped and fell. Upon landing, he
let out an agonizing scream then was quiet.



Steven limped slowly over to Mannering's still body knowing what had happened.

He sat down next to the body and turned it over. The knife was sticking out
from below the ribcage. He looked up to see Sarah and Fitz walking over. Sarah
looked at him then at the body. Steven shook his head. She buried her head on
Fitz's chest and he put an arm around her for comfort.



Fitz then noticed that Steven was bleeding. "Are you okay?"



"Yeah, my leg's just killing like bloody hell."



"Let me help you. Is anyone here a doctor?"



A man stepped forward. "I am."



"Will you bandage his leg? I don't want to move him until it gets looked
at."



The doctor examined Steven's leg and bandaged it. "You should stay off it
to let it heal. Also, inform your physician."



"Thank you, doctor. Fitz, can you give me a hand?"



"Yeah, sure." He moved over and put his arm down for Steven to lean
on. Sarah helped him from the other side. "Where do you want to go? The
car's right here."



"Home, I think."



They took Steven to his flat and set him on the couch with his leg propped up.
"Sarah, I'm sorry I put you through all that. I tried to do it the easiest
way possible. I'm truly sorry. Really I am."



"It's okay, Steven. I know you didn't mean to hurt me like that. It's not
like he was the only man in the world."



Steven glanced at Fitz. "Can someone scrape up some food? I'm
starved."



"I'll fix you something. What've you got?"



"There should be some hamburger in the fridge."



While Fitz was in the kitchen, Steven talked with Sarah. "I know someone
who really cares for you."



"Really? Who?"



"Fitz."



"Fitz?"



"Ever since high school. Why do you think he always asked you out? As a
favor to me? No, he wanted to."



"I can't believe it."



"It's true. He's just too afraid to tell you his true feelings."



"I guess I always liked him. I just never thought about him like
that."



"Hey, Sarah! You want one too?"



"Yeah, thanks."



Fitz came out twenty minutes later with food and drinks on a tray. "Damn!
I forgot napkins."



"Oh, I'll get them."



"Thanks." Fitz sat next to Steven. "She seems different. What
did you say to her?"



"Nothing much. Apologized again. She told me there was someone she loved
more."



"Yeah? Who?"



"You."



"Are you sure she wasn't just saying it?"



"She said she had a crush on you in high school but didn't think you were
serious."



"God, you know I was. I just didn't think she'd have me."



"Who'd have you?" Sarah walked back into the room.



"You. I've loved you ever since high school but never thought you liked
me."



"I did and still do. I never thought you were serious. A friend of big
brother."



Steven sat back and watched in silence as he ate his burger. "It's great
playing matchmaker."



After the meal, Steven asked for some assistance. "I'm going upstairs now.
You're both welcome to stay, but I'm dead tired. So, if one of you will help
me." Fitz helped him upstairs to his room then asked if there was anything
else he could do before going downstairs. When Steven turned out the light, he
could hear the two of them laughing and talking.

May 1951





Two weeks later, Steven was able to walk on his leg without any help and with
only a slight limp. He was able to go short distances without his leg throbbing
in pain. His physician was amazed at his quick recovery. There was a knock at
the door and Steven answered it. "Rick! C'mon in, buddy. What're you doing
in this neck of the woods?"



"I've come to enlist your aid."



"What for?"



"Well, believe it or not, I'm now with the CIA and could use you
help."



"What is it that needs my help?"



"We've traced an international criminal to Europe; England or France. I've
pulled in Dolittle to help in the East End. We've heard that he has contacts
there."



"Then why do you need me?"



"You can help him. It's too much for one man to handle. We need to catch
this man as soon as possible."



"I want you to know that I'm not in the best condition. I'm not sure I can
keep up the pace."



"I've taken that into consideration. That's why Dolittle is doing the bulk
of the work."



"I still don't get why you need me."



"We've found out that he's planning to pull a big jewel heist and is
looking for 'assistance'. That's where you come in. You have the technique and
a special knowledge of the layout of the hit."



"I do?"



"Dolittle heard that he's planning to hit the Palace and sell the takings
to a contact in Paris."



"This guy must be daft! How does he think he's gonna get away with
it?"



"He's not. You are."



"What?"



"Dolittle's gonna fix it so the guy'll hire you. You'll have to disguise
yourself and the way you talk. John will meet you in Trafalgar near one of the
lions. The Yard knows about this and won't make a move without my say-so."



"How will he be able to get me the job?"



"I don't know and that's the type of question I wouldn't ask of him."



"I guess I could do it. When do I meet him?"



"Tomorrow at noon. He still looks the same." Rick walked to the door.
"I'd like to stay and chat over old times, but I can't now. Maybe when
this thing is over."



After Rick laughed, Steven went to his study, opened the closet, and reached
for the case on the top shelf. The tools inside clinked together. He lifted the
lid. "Good, everything's there." He then went into the bathroom and
from the cabinet under the sink pulled out a case holding his disguises. He
checked inside. "No need for refills, fine in all areas."



*****************************************



Fitz was in for dinner. "Why aren't you with Sarah?"



"She had an important dinner to attend. I didn't feel like I'd fit in, so
I didn't go."



"Our dinner may not be so grand, but we'll definitely have more fun."



"What is it?"



"London broil, baked potatoes, and salad."



"That's good enough for me."



"There's something nagging you, isn't there?"



"I guess you could say that. I'm trying to gather up enough courage to
propose."



"That's fantastic! I'm sure she'll say yes. You know she loves you."



"Guess you're right. I'll do it tomorrow."



After dinner, Steven told Fitz, "Ah, I won't be around for a few days. My
friend Rick Johnson asked if I could do a favor for him, so you'll have the
place to yourself."



"Can you say why?"



"Nope. Confidential, old boy."



After Fitz went to his room to read, Steven went to his own and took our his
two cases from the closet. He applied the make-up, put on old beat-up clothes,
and when he walked away from the mirror, he looked like a totally different
man. He took the Tube to the East End and looked for a cheap hotel and soon
found one to his liking. The night manager did not look up from his paper.
"One free room, quid a night. Room Five. Sign the reg'ster." Steven
signed as Sidney Tate and went up to Room Five.



The next morning Steven went to the rendezvous point to wait for Dolittle. John
arrived exactly at noon and Steven decided to surprise him. "Dolittle, me
old son." Dolittle stared at this stranger. "Nice t' see ya 'gen,
John. 'Aven't changed a bit, 'ave ya?"



"Steven, is that you?"



"Ya always git me name wrong, mate. It's Sidney. Lor', I thought ya learn
that b' now."



"I'm sorry, Sidney. I'll take you to your interview."



Dolittle filled Steven in on the background of the Tiger. "He was once the
leader of a major gang in the East End until he was arrested and sent to
Dartmoor. When he was released, he went to the States then came here after
pulling a big job. They want him back."



"Anything else I should know?"



"No. Here we are." Dolittle knocked on the door. An eye looked
through the peephole and the door opened. "Where's the Tiger? I've brought
someone to see him."



They were led to a center room. "So, Duncan, this is the man you were
telling me about. What's his name?"



"Sidney Tate, sir."



"Well, Tate, what have you done?"



Steven told him of famous unsolved thefts. The Tiger seemed impressed and was
ready to take "Sidney" on as one of the gang. "Our job is one of
utmost secrecy. We are going to rob Buckingham Palace. Jack here says that you
once worked there and know the lay of the place. Is that true?"



"Yeah. I worked there a bit an' could find me way 'round."



"Good. Now here's the plan." The Tiger laid out his plan and everyone
listened carefully. Before he had a chance to finish, they heard a commotion
outside. "What the hell is goin' on out there?"



"Boss, it's Louie! 'E's got some of 'is gang wif 'im!"



Dolittle went over to Steven. "We've got to go now."



"Why? Who is this Louie character?"



"He and the Tiger are big rivals. They make Mafia kingpins look like
schoolyard bullies. There's gonna be a big shoot-out, and, unless you want to
look like a pincushion, we should leave."



John dragged Steven towards a back exit. By the time they reached it, Louie's
gang had burst in and opened fire. Steven saw the Tiger fall dead with multiple
gun wounds in his chest. At least this whole thing is over with.



Steven and Dolittle went to Scotland Yard to report the death of the Tiger.
Dolittle wrote out his report then handed it to a constable to type.
"Right away, Inspector."



"Inspector? When did that come about?"



"Oh, awhile ago. Times change, mate."



Back at his flat, Steven found a note from Fitz saying that he was with Sarah.
Smiling, Steven went upstairs to remove his make-up and turned on the radio.
The news came on. "Today the East End witnessed one of the bloodiest
shoot-outs in gang-land history. The unknown leader of a rival gang opened fire
in the hideout of the man known as the Tiger and opened fire. The Tiger was
killed outright as were many of his men. Two, however escaped. Further details
will be announced as they become available."



Steven switched off the radio. "Damn! If they find out about John and me,
we're dead!"



Outside, a man was in a phone kiosk. "Yeah, Boss, I followed just like you
said. They went straight t' the Yard. Th'other lives in Picadilly. I think it's
Edinburgh."



"Okay, stay where you are. I have plans for his Grace and his policeman
friend."



As Steven turned out the lights, he saw a man standing in the doorway opposite.
He walked to the phone and dialed Dolittle. "John, they've got a tag on
me. They've probably realized I'm not who I said I was. They might send one
after you."



"Thanks, but I think they already have. I'll see if we can send a tail
after your tag."



"Very funny."



"I'm very serious. Don't worry, someone will be there."



"Make it fast, okay?" Steven hung up the phone and went to check all
the locks before settling down for a little reading. About an hour or so later,
he heard the front door crash open. "Christ! They've broken in!"



He heard footsteps running up the stairs. He was reaching for his knife in the
nighttable drawer when the door opened. "So, 'ere you are, mate. Get your
'ands where I c'n see 'em. It's time for a drive, it is."



"I'm not much in the mood for a drive right now. Maybe later."



"Now, mate. Get movin'."



"My, we're in a hurry. Did we get up on the wrong side of the bed
today?"



"Just shut up, mate, or you won't be gettin' out o' bed again." The
man nudged him towards the door with his gun.



"Okay, mate, I'm going. Just one question: where am I going?"
The man said nothing. "At least I know where I stand. Is it Louie?"
No response.



Outside in the car, he was sandwiched between two men with guns. The car drove
through London and stopped somewhere in the East End, probably Houndsditch. The
men hauled him out of the car and hustled him to a doorway. One of them knocked
and a panel slip open. They were recognized and let in. They ushered Steven
towards a door on the far side of the room. They knocked. "Come in."
They pushed Steven inside the room then shut the door. "Hello, your Grace.
I'm glad you accepted my invitation."



"Considering the way it was delivered, I had no choice, did I?"



"I suppose not. They said you were bright. Did we ever meet before? You
look familiar."



"Spring 1942, Connecticut in the States. You hired me to crack a safe and
I was arrested. In a way, I owe you for what I am now."



"The Eagle. Yes, I remember now."



"And I still use my talents. They got me in to see the Tiger as a matter
of fact. I was supposed to help the CIA and CID nab him, but you got there
first."



"I hope you're not disappointed. I could use a man like you. What would
you say to joining my little family?"



"The Eagle is dead, at least in that respect. I say no."



"Come now, your Grace. You don't mean to say that you'll give up part of
your past so willingly?"



"I've found part of my past, who I really am, and I'm not going to give
that up. The talents of the Eagle are going to be put to good use, not for
personal profit."



"If that's the way you want it, you leave me no alternative." He
called in two of his men. "Put him on the boat. You know what to do."



"Yeah, Boss." Each grabbed one of Steven's arms and pulled him out of
the room and led him to the back of the house where he could hear waves washing
against the embankment. There was an old trawler tied to a dock. "Oh,
we're going for a night swim in the Thames, are we?"



"Nah, only you, and once ya go under, ya ain't comin' up."



"Oh, that type of swim."



"Yeah." The boat pulled away from the dock and headed for the middle
of the river.



They had been out for nearly an hour when the engines stopped. The man who had
been doing all the talking bound Steven's arms and legs and placed him on the
edge, facing the water. Then he removed his gun from its holster. Steven heard
him cock the hammer and knew that timing was crucial. He looked downriver and
thought he saw another boat coming, but dismissed it because of the late hour.
He prayed he was right and fell into the water as the gun was fired. He made
his body float to the top as if he had been hit. The engine started up again
and soon faded away. He waited until he was sure it was gone before he moved.
He heard an approaching engine and stopped. Voices drifted down to him.
"God, we're too late." He knew that voice! "Steven, do you hear
me?" It was Dolittle.



"Yeah, I'm fine!" he yelled up. "I'm all tied up at the moment,
however."



"Thank God. I thought you were dead. Hold on." Steven saw Dolittle
jump off the boat. "I won't even ask how you got into this
predicament," he said as he cut Steven's bonds.



"How did you find me?"



"That answer can wait until we're on the boat with warm tea in us. You're
freezing, buddy."



Dolittle and Steven swam to the boat and climbed the rope ladder that was
hanging over the side. They were given warm blankets and a change of clothes.
When they were sitting down with warm tea, Dolittle told Steven what had
happened. "Our man got there just as you were leaving and called us before
following in his car. We joined him outside the warehouse and waited. When we heard
the boat start, we charged the building and got Louie and most of his gang.
Rick stayed there while we grabbed another boat to follow."



"What did Louie have to say?"



"He tried to back out of it by pretending not to know what we were talking
about. He caved when we told him we followed his men when they kidnapped
you."



"It must make you feel good, having gotten rid of two gang leaders like
that."



"And we owe you our thanks, Steven. Couldn't have done it without
you."



"Thanks appreciated." They shook hands.



A constable came up to them. "We're there, sir."



"Thank you, Cassidy."



"Where's 'there'?"



"Thames Division. We'll get a lift back to the Yard, and, with any luck,
see Rick."



"You think he'll be there now?"



"If not when we get there, shortly afterwards."



Rick was waiting for them. "Have a nice cruise?"



"Yeah, we did. I even went for a swim."



"It's good to see they made it in time."



"John told me what happened up until you two split. Care to fill us
in?"



"Louie confessed to the shooting and trying to kill you. He also admitted
to pulling a number of other jobs and some news-making murders. I've been in
touch with Washington and they'd like to commend you for a job well done."



"One that nearly cost me my life."



"Risk of the job, kid."



"Considering it was done as a favor...."



"I warned you."



"Yeah, and I did it anyway. Y'know, it was fun. Do I need to stay here for
anything, or can someone give me a lift home?"



"If you're needed for anything, we know where to reach you," said
Dolittle.



"What are you doing, Rick? Want to come over for a little snack?"



"I'd really like that."



"Don't hesitate to drop by, John."



Rick and Steven left the Yard and headed for Steven's flat. Fitz opened the
door . "Steven, what happened?"



"I'll tell you later. Fitz, this is Rick Johnson, a friend I worked with
in France during the war. Rick, this is John Fitzgerald, my best friend."



"Nice to meet you, Rick."



"You, too."



Over a late night snack, Steven and Rick filled Fitz on everything that had
happened. "You can't keep away from it, can you?" he said with a
laugh



"Yeah, well, I can't help myself sometimes. So, what have you been
doing?"



"I've been spending time with Sarah and then she accepted."



"What did you say?"



"Sarah accepted my proposal."



"That's wonderful!" Steven nearly dropped a dish. "When's the
lucky day?"



"We haven't set one just yet. I'm letting Sarah choose. She's scheduled a
press conference for tomorrow. You will be there, won't you?"



"Try keeping me away."



*****************************************



The next morning they were all ready to leave on time. As it was something of a
formal occasion, Steven wore his ducal sash. They drove to the Palace in
Steven's Alvis which attracted some attention. The sentry at the gate smiled in
greeting and let them in. Once inside, they were ushered to the room from which
the announcement would be made. Steven introduced Rick to Sarah. The
microphones and cameras were in place and ready to begin.



Sarah walked over to Steven. "Will you announce it?"



"Don't you think it would be better coming from you?"



"I guess so. I'm just so nervous." She stepped up to the bank of
microphones. "Are we ready yet?"



"Soon, Your Majesty. We're having trouble with one of the cameras."



She motioned for Steven and Fitz to stand with her. "Just for
support," she whispered. Steven laughed and had a hard time trying to hold
it back when the cameras started rolling. She glared at him.



"We're ready, Your Majesty."



Sarah nodded, took a deep breath, and began when cued. "I know it is very
rare for me to speak openly to the media. This is an exceptional occasion. With
the approval of my brother," she glanced at Steven, "and Parliament,
I am getting married to a man I've known since childhood. The lucky man is John
Fitzgerald from the United States. John, say a few words."



Fitz stepped up to the microphones after a little nudge from Steven. "I'm
not used to making speeches, so I'll try my best. I've known Sarah--I mean,
Anne--ever since we were children together. It seems to me that I was always at
their house. James and I were like brothers. Even in school, he encouraged our
dating. As a matter of fact, he's the one that talked me into proposing. And
I'm glad he did."



Sarah joined him. "We've set the date for March 21 of next year; the first
day of spring."



Steven nodded to Rick and walked out of the room. Rick followed and shut the
door. "What is it?"



"I just got an idea. Why don't you call Washington and ask for a few days
off 'cos we're going to Paris."



"Paris? Why Paris?"



"Remember what you said about seeing the rest of the gang? Well, now were
gonna do it starting with Pierre. Then I'll fly back with you to the States to
see Tim and Paul."



"I think I can waggle a few days for Pierre, but I don't know about the
others. I can get you their addresses, however. When do we go?"



"Now. I'll leave a note for them saying where I've gone and an estimate of
when I'll be back. Let's go back to my place, get some stuff, then head for the
airport."



"Without reservations, we won't get a flight."



"Private plane, m'boy. One of the perks."



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When they arrived in Paris, they went directly to the Georges Cinq and booked a
suite. Steven found a phone directory and they searched for Pierre's address.
Rick was amazed. "I never knew there were so many DuBois in France."



"This is just Paris. Make a list of all the Pierre DuBois you find and
we'll track them down."



"It would be easier if we phoned."



They had no luck with the phone calls and decided to go to the homes of those
who didn't answer. "What would you rather do, walk or drive?"



"Walk? There's at least ten different addresses all over the city."



"Okay, I'll call a cab."



"Don't bother, there's one outside."



"Great, let's grab it before someone else does. Don't forget the
list."



The driver was very obliging when they told him they were looking for a war
buddy. They handed him the list and told him to drive more or less for
convenience instead of in the order they were written. Returning to the taxi
after the seventh address, Rick remarked, "God, wouldn't you know, only
Pierre DuBois would put us through this."



"Messieurs, I know a Pierre DuBois who served in the war."



"Really?"



"Oui. He was with the Resistance. Is this the one you are looking
for?"



"Could be. Can you take us to him?"



"Certainment. It is the last address."



"It would be."



The driver dropped them off saying the fare was his treat. "Here
goes," said Steven as he rang the bell.



Pierre opened the door. "Mon Dieu! Mes amis, what are you doing in
Paris?"



"Come to see you, Pierre, old son."



"Rick and I got to reminiscing last night and decided to take a trip. Here
we are."



"Come in. I am so surprised to see you after all this time. So much has
happened. Not so much to me as to others, eh Steven?"



"Yeah, I guess life's treated me okay since then. Rick hasn't done too bad
either."



"Oh?"



"It's nothing. Just got myself a job with the CIA, is all."



"Felicitations! What would you like to drink? Tea? Wine?"



"Tea for me," said Steven.



"Me, too," said Rick.



They talked about old times and what they had done since the war. "I've
got a great idea. Why don't we reunite the group?"



"Steven, I don't think we'd be able to get everyone. They've probably got
lives."



"I know. That's why we need a cause to reunite. I've been following the
action in Korea. They have no organization like ours there."



"Monsieur, you are not implying that we..?"



"Only for a few months. Nothing major like before. If we don't get a
unanimous vote, we don't go. Agreed?" They nodded their assent.



The next day the three flew to London and went to Scotland Yard to await John's
arrival. About five minutes later he arrived at his office. "Well, what do
you know, an international welcoming committee. What's up?"



"We're going to Korea," Steven said seriously.



"No kidding?"



"No kidding. I pulled a few strings and you're joining us--if you want
to."



"I always wanted to go to Southeast Asia."



"It's only until March. I'm due back for the wedding. We have the FO's
blessing, but we still need to convince the UN. Still want to come?"



"You bet. When do we leave?"



"Pack up some stuff then come to my flat. I've got to tell Fitz what's
going on. If all goes well, we can leave for Washington tonight. In the
morning, we'll start our search for the others."



*****************************************



August 5 found the war buddies reunited after six years. "I couldn't
believe my eyes when I saw these guys at my door," said Paul Henderson.
"I'm glad about this, even though it took another war to get us
together."



"There's that Midwestern thirst for adventure," Tim Rogers said.
"I, personally, have some doubts. It's all well and good that we're having
a reunion, but Korea? Most of us are probably out of practice. I know I am."



"Don't try to back out of it just because you've been trying to be a
Harvard prof."



"Don't blame me for wanting to advance myself."



Paul said, "There's not much call for explosives in farming, so I can't
say I've had much practice in that respect. I have done a bit of hunting,
though."



Well, that might make you a better shot than the rest of us. I haven't even
touched a gun lately. Okay, let's go see Harry now, shall we?" Rick had
made an appointment for them the week before. They were shown into the Oval
Office where President Truman was waiting for them.



"Hello, sir."



"'Sir' seems so formal. Call me Harry. It's been a long time since we've
seen each other, and other quite different circumstances. Now what is it you
want to talk about?"



"We'll let Steven tell you since it was his idea."



"Well, Taylor?"



"It's like this: we want to go to Korea."



"Korea?"



"Yeah. We were going to set up an organization like the one in France.
Specializing in all-around espionage."



"How are you planning to set it up?"



"We were thinking of a spot near the border, where the action is. We'll
also try to get some locals to help us. Maybe we can organize them to carry on
after we leave."



"Leave? You mean you're not in for the duration?"



"Of course not. We are a totally voluntary unit. We are our own bosses. We
don't take orders from anyone else. Advice, maybe, but not orders. Besides, I
have to be home in time for my sister's wedding."



"War of convenience? Okay, I'll write out a document asking anyone who
reads it to give you their full cooperation. That should do it."



***************************************



Korea in December was probably one of the coldest places known to man. The
temperature sometimes dropped to 17° Farenheight. They all huddled around the
fire. Some were reading mail, playing cards, or reading about the broken-down
peace talks. Steven was writing a letter to Sarah when the shell hit. The last
thing he remembered was the pain in his leg then everything went black.



He came to in a room filled with cots and wounded soldiers. I must be in one
of those mobile hospitals near the front. He noticed that his leg was
tightly bandaged. The doctor on duty saw that he was awake and came over.



"Glad to see you conscious. It's not often that I get to operate on such a
young colonel."



"Purely honorary, I assure you."



"If you're not in the army, what are you doing in Korea?"



"My friends and I volunteered for special duties. I was with them when I
got hit. Did anyone else arrive with me?"



"Nope, you were the only one. We're expecting more casualties, though.
I'll keep you posted. I hope I don't hear any news of them, if you know what I
mean."



"Yeah, I do."



Static came over the loudspeaker. "Message common'."



"...All medical personnel report to triage. Choppers, ambulances, and
jeeps. All personnel..."



"Gotta go. Talk to you later."



The next morning while Steven was eating breakfast, the doctor came in followed
by Pierre. "I thought you might want to see him. Let me just give your leg
a quick check before I go."



After the doctor had gone, Pierre pulled up a chair. "How are you feeling?
How much longer will you be here?" he asked in French



"I'm okay," Steven replied in the same language. "There's still
a twinge of pain every now and then, but I've had worse. I don't know when I
can leave. Not for awhile yet, I would think."



"Have you told them who you are?"



"No, just that the rank was honorary. Why, don't you want me to?"



"It will jeopardize the whole operation, not to mention your life."



"How do you figure that?"



"Once the Russians find out that you're here, they will try and kill you
for what you learned during the war. If they don't kill you, they'll send you
to Siberia. But do what you wish. I know you are a stubborn man."



"I'm sure you're worrying more than necessary, Pierre. These doctors won't
tell anyone."



"You're going to tell them, then?"



"Of course. I'll ask for a pair of crutches and tell them in private. Do
you want to sit in?"



"Mais, oui. Do you want me to get the doctor for you?"



"Yeah, thanks."



The doctor complied with Steven's request because he knew the story had to be
interesting. The ranking doctors and the head nurse met in the commander's
office and Steven began his narration. "You're probably wondering why I
asked to talk to you. The name and rank on my dog-tags aren't real. That's not
to say I'm an unknown factor, just protected, shall we say. My friend Pierre
doesn't feel that I should tell you my real name, but I don't think you are the
type of people to tell tales. My given name is James, but I'm known better as
Steven Taylor." There was a sharp intake of breath. "I don't need to
stress how important secrecy is, do I? If the Russians find out I'm here, Lord
only knows what they'll do. Their 'obsession' with me goes back a few years,
and it's fine with me as long as it stays long-distance."



The CO solemnly promised that not one person under his command would tell.
Steven's doctor grinned. "Whaddya know? I operated on a real hero!"



A month later, Steven was back with the group. "We only have time for a
few more jobs until we go. Hear any news while I was away?"



"Only the usual. A few bridges here, a train or two there, with a couple
of ammo dumps thrown in. Tim's on the radio now getting a new assignment. Who
knows? This may be the big one we've been waiting for."



Rick was right. Their assignment was to infiltrate north of the 38° parallel
and cause some trouble within a ten-mile radius, for rumor had it that the
North Korean Army was planning a major offensive.



"We should start off as soon as possible then, eh?"



"You up to it, Steven?"



"We can begin packing this stuff up now."



It took them three days to find an appropriate place to set up camp. It was
deep enough into North Korea without being too deep. It was near a small creek
and secluded by trees. Steven and Tim stayed in camp while the others went on a
reconnaissance mission to learn the enemy's position. They came back three
hours later with news of a large gathering of divisions along the border.
"I have no idea when they're going to attack," said Rick, "but
if we don't do anything soon, the UN forces will be in deep trouble."



"Well, what can we do? We can't ake on the whole Red Army."



"We don't have to," Steven said. "If we can off-set at least two
divisions plus warn the UN, we should be able to ruin their whole plan."



"And how do you plan to do that?"



"I don't know yet." He had a skeleton of an idea formed in his head
that needed elaboration. "Maybe it'll come to me in my sleep."



The next morning over breakfast, Steven told them his plan. "...and that's
all we have to do."



"That's all," said John rather sarcastically. "We might as
bloody well blow-up the Kremlin while we're at it."



"I think you've got something there," said Rick. "Dolittle, at
times you are a genius."



Rick and Steven left the group to work out their plan. John looked at Pierre
and said, "DuBois, will you tell me one thing?" Pierre nodded.
"What the bloody hell did I say?"



Off to the side, Steven asked, "What did you mean when you called Dolittle
a genius? All he said was to blow-up the Kremlin."



"That's just what we're going to do--figuratively, of course."



"Please explain yourself."



"All we have to do is create dissension between the divisions and maybe
cause one or two of them to attack ahead of time."



"How?"



"I was going to ask our linguistics expert to go in."



"What? I wouldn't call myself an expert. So, I'm fluent in French, German,
and Spanish. What good are they here?"



"Don't you know Russian?"



"Yeah, I know it. I'm just not fluent."



"Doesn't matter. We just get you a Russian uniform that fits and you go in
and spread your own little rumors."



"That's all?"



"Not really. You'll have to stay to make sure that they're carried out to
the right ends. We'll be in touch so you won't be alone."



"Great. When do I join the enemy?"



"Tomorrow should be good. We can forge your papers and put together a
uniform from what pieces we have." With that, they went back to the
others.



The next morning, Steven left bright and early to infiltrate the enemy. His
story was that he was an escaped prisoner. While he was there, he would spread
rumors of a build-up in UN forces, and, hopefully, the North Korean Army would
retreat to prepare for anon-existent offensive.



Steven mused over this as he wandered with a purpose. He must have been close
to an enemy camp when two North Koreans shouted at him to halt and raise his
arms in surrender. As he did so, they noticed his torn Russian uniform and
offered him water out of their canteen. One told him that he understood
Russian, and Steven told them his story, remembering to mention that there were
many soldiers. He was then led to their camp.



When they arrived, Steven was directed to the commanding officer's tent. The
colonel was the epitome of the tough Russian officer, even though he was
Korean. He was very officious-looking, had weathered skin, and was small.
"You are Ivan Turgniev? They tell me you escaped from a prisoner-of-war
camp in the south. I only have a few questions to ask before you leave. I hope
you don't mind?"



"Nyet. Please, go on."



The officer asked him of his treatment in the POW camp. Steven tried to paint a
good picture, hoping it might them more lenient to their prisoners. He
mentioned an act he had witnessed in the hospital: one of the doctors had
operated on a North Korean before an ally because the wound was more serious.
The officer seemed satisfied with Steven's answers and allowed him to stay on
with his division until transport could be arranged.



As the week progressed, Steven became acquainted with some of the officers and
enlisted men, learning Korean as well. He always tried to mention the size of
the opposition every chance he got. After two more weeks, Steven knew that it
was a now-or-never situation. The next time he saw someone from the group, he
mentioned it. "We'll get right on it. Tim'll radio the position of the
anticipated attack so our troops'll be waiting. Rick doesn't want you there
when the fighting starts. You want to be in London on time, don't you? It's
only two weeks until the wedding."



*****************************************



The plan went off without a hitch and Steven and John were back in London the
following week. Even if Steven had no idea of what was going on in Britain, he
could feel it. Buntings were draped from windows along the streets and
souvenirs of every kind were displayed in shop windows. After stopping at his
flat, he went to the Palace.



Once inside, he made his way to the library. The room was empty. He then went
upstairs and knocked on the door of his sister's rooms. "Just a
minute!" He heard her moving about inside. "Okay, you can come in
now."



"Hello, Sarah, me darlin'. And how are you this fine day?"



"Steven! I'm so glad you're here! I'm on my way to lunch with Fitz. Why
don't you join us? You can tell me about Korea on the way there. Unless you
have other things to do?"



"Other things to do? I've been away for over six months and haven't seen
you in all that time, why wouldn't I want to go with you? There's only one
thing, my clothes."



"Don't be foolish. You know you've made jeans fashionable. If you wore
jeans and a T-shirt or a jacket and tie, you'd get in the restaurant anyway,
not to mention your name in the paper."



"That's hitting really low. But since you put it that way, I'll go as I
am."



Steven told her of all that happened on the drive over. "It must have been
exciting and scary at the same time. I'm glad you made it back."



"We set a date for the departure time. I didn't dare stay any later."



"It was marvelous that they went with you and stayed that long on a
voluntary basis."



"Yeah, they're a great group of guys. If they hadn't been so kind to me
when I first joined them, who knows where I'd be."



They pulled up in front of the restaurant. "We're here. Do you want to act
very casual when we walk in, pretending we're in the middle of a
conversation?" She grinned and it was as if they were children again.



"Great idea. You start and I'll follow your lead."



All conversation stopped when Steven and Sarah entered. he could feel that all
eyes were on them. Fitz was waiting in a private booth. "Steven! It's
great to see you. I'm glad you came to lunch. We can discuss the plans for the
week."



The plans were somewhat the same as when she was going to marry Mannering.
Steven would give her away and double as best man. Stephanie, Sheila, her
husband Dave, and little Jessica would be there as well as Fitz's mother.
Steven wasn't sure, but he thought Winston might be attending. The reception
would be held at the Palace and the couple would honeymoon in Europe.



The night before the wedding, Steven held a small party for Fitz. He invited
Dolittle and some new friends of Fitz's. Steven took him out for a drink or two
while John prepared the flat. When they returned, Steven let Fitz go in first.
When he got over his surprise, he said, "Steven, why did you do
this?"



"Oh, just to thank you."



"Thank me? I'm the one who should be doing the thanking!"



"If it weren't for you trusting me and standing up to Mannering, none of
this would have come about, least of all my standing here."



"Nonsense! You had already escaped and were waiting outside the
church."



"I had just arrived when he mentioned Edward's death. You gave me time to
prepare myself."



"You mean I accused him thinking you were right there when you
weren't?"



"That's it exactly."



"Oh, my God."



They passed the night by drinking and regaling each other with humorous, bawdy,
and even dramatic stories. When Steven saw Fitz beginning to doze off, he
called the party. "After all, he does have a big day tomorrow."



"Not to mention a hangover to match it."



The hangover wasn't as bad as predicted. After a few cups of coffee, they were
both fine and arrived at St. Paul's with plenty of time to spare. When the
ceremony was over, Fitz and Sarah rode back to the Palace in a horse-drawn open
carriage. At the reception, Steven toasted the happy couple, wishing them a
long and happy marriage.



When he sat, Fitz stood and made a speech. "I'd like to thank James for
inviting me here to England. If he hadn't, Anne and I wouldn't have realized
our true feelings. He played Cupid for us. I know that speech was hard for you
to make, James, and I want you to know that if you ever need my help, I'll be
there." The guests clapped and the two men shook hands.



Soon, everyone gathered around the happy couple to wish them a happy life
together. After Sarah and Fitz had gone, no one could find Steven.



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"But Steven, I thought you were going to stay here while we were
gone."



"You know I gave that up for good. I can't do it anymore."



"What are you going to do, then?"



"I'm going to the airport with you. Then we part company."



"Any particular place in mind?"



"I was thinking of Australia. I met a guy in Korea who extended an open
invitation. They say the Barrier Reef is nice this time of year."



"How will we keep in touch with you?"



"You'll think of something. I've got to catch my plane. Enjoy yourselves.
Don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine." He kissed Sarah good-bye and turned
to Fitz. "Take good care of her."



He got out of the limousine and walked through the terminal without looking
back. He knew they would do well with England and that England would do well
with them. Steven left England knowing that his wife's death was avenged and he
could be free.



Back in the limo, Sarah's eyes lingered on the door where she had last seen
Steven. "I'm going to miss him."