Thelieutenantdidtheguiding。Wehadtopresentourpassports，andIanticipatednomoredifficultythaninlandingfromtheboatatBoulogne。ButIwantedtogetitover，formyhungerpinchedmeanditwasfearsomecold。Stillthegunswenton，likehoundsbayingbeforeaquarry。Thecitywasoutofrange，buttherewerestrangelightsontheridgetotheeast。
Atlastwereachedourgoalandmarchedthroughafineoldcarvedarchwayintoacourtyard，andthenceintoadraughtyhall。
’Youmustseethe_Sektionschef，’saidourguide。Ilookedroundtoseeifwewereallthere，andnoticedthatHussinhaddisappeared。Itdidnotmatter，forhewasnotonthepassports。
Wefollowedasweweredirectedthroughanopendoor。Therewasamanstandingwithhisbacktowardsuslookingatawallmap，averybigmanwithaneckthatbulgedoverhiscollar。
Iwouldhaveknownthatneckamongamillion。AtthesightofitImadeahalf—turntoboltback。Itwastoolate，forthedoorhadclosedbehindusandthereweretwoarmedsentriesbesideit。