M oe had carefully wound and set his alarm clock for seven before falling into bed but there was no need for it; well before dawn he’d been awakened by a smell both tantalizing and completely unexpected.
Colonel Cohn tells Moe that he needs him to help him understand the codebreaking work going on in Bletchley Park. Moe feels more enthusiastic.,
M oe had carefully wound and set his alarm clock for seven before falling into bed but there was no need for it; well before dawn he’d been awakened by a smell both tantalizing and completely unexpected.
Liver? What in the world??
This wasn’t the Freed Hotel on Thursday night with Mrs. Horn and Annie kashering the “leiberlach” for Shabbos. This was wartime England with rationing in full force. And for heaven’s sake it was five thirty in the morning!
He moved the heavy blackout curtains slightly and peeked out; all was still and dark. Last night escorted by a taciturn British army private he’d walked through the blacked-out streets of Milton Keynes to the house that was to serve as his billet for the duration of this posting. His brain as he walked into the row house on a small rather shabby cul-de-sac seemed as hazy as the London fog he’d heard so much about his thoughts a mass of disconnected pieces of information like the intercepted German messages before the BP geniuses had gotten them decoded and analyzed. Amazing what was going on in that mansion!
It was late there was just a dim light on in a hallway and Moe had hardly noticed his surroundings. He had a shadowy impression of a tall thin man giving him a strong handshake and a woman’s voice showing him to his room. The bed was comfortable the summer quilt was cozy — he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep until wakened by these…
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