On her hands and knees, Mavis rummaged through the dumped contents of her handbag. Her notebook, in which she had written the key words of Hogan's coded message, was gone. She was sure she had put it in her handbag before she had left her flat.

"What do you mean?" Sinclair asked, also dropping to his knees to search through the items. "And what are we looking for?"

"My notebook. It's gone." Mavis stopped and looked at him helplessly. He was going to have her drawn and quartered for sure. "I think… I think someone took it."

"Who?"

"My tail. I bumped into him on the way over," she explained. "He must have taken it."

"That makes no sense," Sinclair countered.

No, Mavis suddenly thought, it didn't. How would he have known she had her notebook in the first place? And that it contained important information? And besides that, they were on the same side. Weren't they?

A sudden chill crawled up Mavis' spine. Before, she had thought it was silly that HQ had put two tails on her, so what if they hadn't? What if the other tail had been issued by a different HQ?

But what would the Germans want with her? How did they know about her?

Her second tail had appeared not long after her brother's broadcast for Berlin Betty. What if the Germans had become suspicious of it? What if they knew it was code? Still didn't explain why they were tailing her.

Mavis was about to voice her concerns to Sinclair when there was a knock on the door. Clearing his throat, Sinclair got to his feet and opened it. A private was on the other side. "Yes?"

"Sir, I think you dropped this in the hall," the private said, handing over a small leather book.

Sinclair laughed as he took it. "Thank-you, Private," he said, shutting the door. He shook the notebook in his hand and looked down at Mavis. "Is this what you are looking for?"

Mavis looked from the notebook to Sinclair. "Yes," she managed.

Sinclair's expression changed from smug to concerned. "Are you all right? I half expected you to be the shade of a tomato, but you're frightfully pale."

"I-" She had been so terrifyingly sure of her conclusions that now, she couldn't take any comfort in the truth- that she had simply dropped her notebook. She met Sinclair's anxious gaze, wondering if she should tell him her theory anyway.

No. He would think she was round the bend. "I'm all right, sir," she finally said. "I just… feel so silly."

Sinclair chuckled and squatted beside her to help gather her things back up. "It happens to the best of us. Here." With everything back in her handbag, he got up and held out a hand for her. Slowly, she took it and pulled herself to her feet.

"I'm sorry for giving you such a fright," Mavis apologized as she brushed herself off. "It was just my imagination getting the best of me."

"That's certainly a nice change from your average curiosity getting the best of you," Sinclair said with a grin. Mavis rolled her eyes. "So what's in the recording?"

Shaking the unpleasant thoughts about her tail from her mind, she focused on the task at hand. "Right. I think it was a warning." She paused and bit her lip. "Are we planning anything in Holland?"

Sinclair looked at her suspiciously, which unnerved Mavis. Sinclair didn't think she was a spy, did he?" After all, he had argued with a general over it all in her favor. "That's not my area," Sinclair finally told her. "I don't know." His lips twitched. "What kind of a warning?"

Mavis half shrugged. "Without particulars, it's hard to say. But I think Hogan is asking for a few weeks before we do anything over there?" She searched Sinclair's face for any indications she might be on the right track, but got nothing. Maybe he didn't know. "Either he needs tank support, which I wouldn't put past him for asking, or there are German tanks in the area. Without it, the whole operation, whatever it may be, will be a failure." She shrugged again. "I'm sure whoever knows about this operation will be able to figure it out better than I can."

"Probably," Sinclair agreed, "but it wasn't a bad effort. If you were in on it, I'm sure you'd have this code cracked before the others."

Mavis arched an eyebrow and gave him a small smile. "Is that an offer, Captain?"

Sinclair just gave her a tight smile. "May I?" He held out his hand for Mavis' notebook. She gave it to him and he tore out the page with her notes. "I'll see this and this-" he held up the record- "get to the proper channels."

Mavis nodded. "That's why I brought it, sir." With that, she opened the door and was about to slip out when Sinclair reached over her and shut it again. She turned to face him, watching him in confusion. "Sir?"

Sinclair studied her for a moment before he smiled. "Did you forget our bargain?"

"Our bargain?" Mavis repeated.

"Hogan's recording in exchange for your brother's," Sinclair clarified after a moment. "Personally, I think you're getting the better end of it."

Mavis grinned. "Probably."

Sinclair nodded and opened the door. "Wait at the front desk. I'll get it for you."

After escorting her to the lobby, Sinclair made his way to the lift and disappeared. Mavis waited, watching the comings and goings of the lobby. She missed it. A lot. But it didn't seem likely that she would ever be part of it again.

"There you are," Sinclair announced as he came back into view. He handed her a record.

Mavis took it and tucked it under her arm. "Thank-you, sir."

"Not at all." He suddenly cleared his throat. "Off you go, then."

"Right. Good-bye Captain."

With a nod, Mavis turned to leave. "Mavis," Sinclair called, stopping her in her tracks. "If you turn out to be right about this, I'll see if I can talk to the general. It would be a shame to lose you."

"I appreciate it, sir."

"Mavis?"

She stopped again. "Sir?"

"You said your tail bumped into you?"

"I bumped into him," Mavis replied. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

Sinclair looked lost in thought for a moment before he gave Mavis a curt nod and walked away.

Mavis watched him go before stepping out of HQ and made her way to the street.

A creepy feeling took hold of her as she walked home. She knew, of course, that she was being followed. But by how many people? She dared a glance around. Two. Neither was the one who had bumped into her. Was one German? Her skin crawled at the thought. Why were they tailing her? Did they know she used to be Goldilocks?

If they knew that, then they probably knew a lot more- like who Papa Bear was. And if they already knew who Papa Bear was, why did they need to follow her?