3rd February. The Fall of Paris.

Woke up in the middle of the night and found an orange thing, like a balloon sculpture made of very fine material, floating about the bedroom. To be honest it was a bit freaky, but on examination each part of it carried a coded message, obviously from Whitehall.

We had to dismantle the secret radio transmitter and bury anything incriminating in the pre-dug trench under the front door step. The reason for this was that the Armies of the Third Reich were fast approaching Paris where we had been living.

From now on, we would be working behind enemy lines...