Karl pronounced himself unwell and spent the morning resting ready for the afternoon show. Bronya and Tommy walked up to the village of Grossmorschin to distribute circus leaflets. Friedrich and Jean-Paul headed for the records office in Vordertrebain. The young private eye found himself having communication difficulties with the staff in the births, marriages and deaths office, but fortunately one of the typists spoke some French. Unfortunately Jean-Paul was so relieved to find someone who spoke his native tongue, he used a rather vulgar expression which shocked the lady and required all his Gallic charm to put right. He was able to search the records for information on the family who had been left something by their Uncle Henri; while not related to the mission, this helped reinforce his cover. Friedrich, meanwhile, persuaded the reception clerk to let him look through the local archives . He found information on the castle, but frustratingly, no more than he already knew.
On leaving the records office Jean-Paul noticed he was being followed. Shortly after this he and Friedrich ran into one of the senior citizens whom they had pumped for information on the castle. Old Tomas suggested they go for a drink (with a knowing look) so go they did. Over beers he revealed that he had been in touch with Jakub, an caretaker at the castle before the Germans moved in, and handed Friedrich an old key. This, explained Tomas, would open a gate into the castle that was currently out of use. Jean-Paul noticed their tail sitting across the room and cheekily took him a drink, asking what his interest in them was. The man fled, proclaiming his innocence but obviously embarrassed. Jean-Paul, grinning, watched him go up the street into the police station – currently the local Gestapo HQ.
On their way back from Grossmorschin a woman on a bicycle passed Tommy and Bronya and dropped a piece of paper. At first sight it just seemed to be a string of numbers but then Bronya realised it was a map reference and a time – 1605hrs. Once they rendezvoused with the others it was agreed that whoever had arranged the meeting probably intended it to take place that afternoon. Bronya and Karl left to do their matinee show. At about 3.15pm they returned to the village, Bronya carrying a picnic basket with view to taking a walk in the woods with her ‘boyfriend’ Friedrich. Travelling separately, the five of them arrived at a clearing in the woods. At 4.05pm, two men came walking down the path. One they recognised as Vaclav, the resistance chief from the day before. With him was a fiftyish man in scruffy clothes, eyes ringed with dark circles, clutching a large Bible bound in black leather. This was Father Andrej Cerny – codename ANGEL. To Bronya’s eye, he seemed agitated – even disturbed. Vaclav quickly explained that ‘his friends’ had seen the letter and authorised him to lend all possible assistance to the agents. He introduced the priest and said they should meet to plan a rescue of the kidnapped villagers. Father Andrej agreed, although he seemed more anxious to free the children while remaining indifferent to the plight of the adults. He suggested they meet at his old church in Krupna, at 10.00pm. With this he disappeared off into the forest.
The occupying forces had declared an 8pm curfew, so the agents chose to remain in the forest, moving east into the woods south of Krupna before making a stealthy approach toward the boarded-up church. Several resistance fighters crouched around the churchyard and motioned them into the darkened church. They descended the steps into the crypt – the only lighted room in the building. Vaclav and Father Andrej awaited them there.