The Wrath of a father is nothing to trifle with

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Author´s notes: And here we come to the end of the fic, where P finally gets to meet the woman he needed to talk with. He also hears the tale about their service in Berlin and the events there.

Epilogue, Service is service

To the immence relief of Peter Henderson, his service badge was returned to him faster than he had thought it would together with the letter his father had written to "the head of MI5, London". He had certainly not been beating around the bush about the matter, he had stated clearly that his son should not go around grabbing people on the street and take them away but should do an honourable service in the army, preferably in the regiment the Hendersons had served in for generations. He had been very relieved when he had met P and Mr. Higgins a forthnight later.

Mr. Higgins had not been lazy either. He had written to the woman on the stationary his lawfirm used, appologising for the actions of Mr. Henderson and explaining that they needed to talk with her about some persons she had met who had turned out to be traitors. He also told her about MI5 and what their mission was. The woman had replied with a cautious letter and finally agreed to speak with Mr. Henderson about the persons they needed to check. She warned Mr. Higgins that she wouldn´t take any sause from him and he could be evicted at a moment´s notice. Both Mr. Higgins and Mr. Henderson found that to be fair and accepted the conditions.

The interview finally took place three weeks later and Mr. Henderson found the woman he had tried to arrest to be a charming person. She told him about the men she had met and her opinion about them. Unsurpricingly it was less than pleasant for all of them, she had in fact found them to be boring and without knowledge about the situation in Germany as it had been when they had been there, not to mention what the situation was right then. The diplomatic grapewine kept them informed about what happened there and was the swiftest form of communication.

Finally Mr. Henderson asked the question he had been itching to ask the whole time. He asked about the SD and what kind of organisation it was. She told him that SD was the acronym for the german word Sicherheitsdienst, meaning Security Service, although Insecurity Service would probably be a better name for them. They were clad in black leather coats, black widebrimmed hats and black shoes and had the task of making sure the party members, particularly the members of the security services followed party rules. She spoke about how persons who were disliked by the Party suddenly dissapeared, how the papers would later write that the person so-and-so had died from a car crash, committed suicide or some other hogwash of that manner. One of the tales was about the night of the long daggers; the night, or rather nights, during which the majority of the menbers of the Nazi Stormtroupers had been killed and how they had heard the shots fired from the former cadett school used for that purpose.

"You see," she told him "you couldn´t live in Berling without developing an internal alarm system to warn you when they were near. When I saw you that day it started howling so loud I felt sure the people around me could hear it as well."

"It wasn´t my intention to scare you" Mr. Henderson replied. "All I thought of right then was that I needed to talk with you about the men asap, before they learned that they were wanted. Not to mention that I didn´t know my service badge had been replaced. It was nice of you to talk with me, particularly after the fright I gave you." The two of them agreed that it had been a dreadful meeting and shouldn´t be held against him.

The following day Mr. Henderson was able to report his findings about the suspect persons and their conversations with the Ambassador´s wife. She had not been impressed by them and had not been cooperating with them in any way. Some time later the MI5 changed the way they were clad, finally answering the letters sent to them from P about the adverse reactions those they wanted to speak with showed when they were seen.

The End.