Chapter SixTilda was helping Frau Sturdel wash up the breakfast things.
They were a little later than before, as they had sat talking and laughing with Rudolph.
“I think the baby will arrive this morning,” Frau Sturdel was saying.
“Are you sure?” Tilda enquired.
“As sure as one can be of anything in this wicked world,” Frau Sturdel replied. “But babies are always unpredictable.”
Tilda smiled.
She put down the plate she had dried and then, glancing out of the window, let out a frightened gasp.
“Frau Sturdel!” she called out in an urgent tone.
“What is it?”
“Look!”
Below the bungalow they could see two Policemen in uniform climbing slowly towards them.
“That is our local Constable and another,” Frau Sturdel said.
“What shall we do? Where can we hide?” Tilda asked nervously.
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