Fitzhugh strode across the farm’s courtyard under the watchful glare of a growing number of Australian soldiers. With half a salute to the guards stationed outside, he entered the ancient stone barn and made his way to the only locked door in the building.
‘Open the door, please,’ he said, not so much ordering the guards inside, but asking politely.
Though the first guard looked at him suspiciously, the second reacted promptly and unlocked the door and pushed it open.
‘Thank you.’
Fitzhugh ducked his head as he passed under the small doorframe. Standing just inside to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cell, when he finally could make out the shadowy silhouette of the room’s sole occupant, he moved in and took a seat on the rope bed, the cell’s only furniture.
‘You don’t
