Chapter TwoThe Hackney carriage finally stopped outside a large impressive-looking building.
For the first time Ivana looked nervous and was feeling nervous.
“Come with me, Nanny,” she begged her.
Nanny shook her head.
“No, dearie,” she said. “That would be a mistake. Secretaries don’t have chaperones with them. I’ll wait out here. We’ll be ever so extravagant and keep the cab.”
Slowly Ivana descended the steps of the carriage and then walked in through the door of the War Office.
A soldier in very smart uniform with highly polished brass buttons was standing beside a desk.
Ivana realised that he was waiting for her to explain why she was there. She held out the card that Mrs. Hill had given her.
He looked at it and, because he was reading it slowly, it seemed as if minutes passed
