Chapter 18

Cyril was standing,gazing absently out one of the pub windows.The heavy fog began to lift,and the street and caféopposite The Black Dog Inn were now partially visible.“It all comes back to the camps,”he said,and then he turned back to face Edward and Leslie seated at the bar.

“What comes back to the camps?”Edward said.

“Hmm?”

“You said it all comes back to the camps.What did you mean?”

“I don’t know,”Cyril said.“Is that what I said?”

“The little people at work,”Leslie said with a wink.

“Nonsense.I was thinking about Bundy,her misguided allegiance to the enemy aliens—”

“Suspected enemy aliens,”Leslie amended.

“Let him finish,Les.Cyril may be on to something.”Edward continued.“Bundy and Devlin areboth in on it—”

“Whatever it is,”Leslie supplied.