Scarecrow and Mrs. King
"Black Saturday"
Anne Riener
Author's note: This story is one of the episodes from Scarecrow and Mrs. King: Virtual Season Seven. More episodes can be found here.
Thanks to Jan for helping me with the French and Arabic dialogue.
"Black Saturday"
Anne Riener
Author's note: This story is one of the episodes from Scarecrow and Mrs. King: Virtual Season Seven. More episodes can be found here.
Thanks to Jan for helping me with the French and Arabic dialogue.
Prologue
The open-backed Jeep bounced along as the driver maneuvered it across the desert road. The occupants rode in silence heading toward their destination. They had been on this desert road for several hours, and they were tired and weary. It was a surprisingly cold, dark night even by Egyptian desert standards. A light wind had picked up and was blowing little granules of sand in their faces. The driver glanced to his right and smiled at his wife, who was holding their two-year-old son in her lap. Their son was sleeping soundly, sucking on his thumb. Realizing he was looking at her, she turned to him and smiled back.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Mrs. Stetson,” he said, breaking the silence between them.
“I know. I just have a bad feeling about this assignment.”
“It’s just a simple milk run.” He reached across and caressed her hand. “We’ve done drops like this a hundred times. What could go wrong?”
“Milk can sometimes go sour.”
He grinned. “Not that I don’t trust your instincts, Mrs. Stetson, but what makes this assignment different?”
She shook her head, chuckling softly. “I don’t know. Let’s just say, I’ll be glad when it’s all over and we’re back home.”
“It’ll be over soon enough, my dear.” He gently squeezed her hand before returning his to the steering wheel.“ And if I thought there was any danger at all, I wouldn’t have brought the baby.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her nodding her head in agreement.
They continued to follow the river for a while, noticing the gradual change of the scenery as they neared the city. Signs of habitation became more common, the closer they drove to the capital the denser the urban sprawl appeared.
In the city, the dirt and squalor was obvious and horrific to Western eyes and poverty was rampant. Gradually the streets became cleaner and wider as they entered the quarter where foreigners had gravitated, to be near their embassies.
“We’re here,” he sighed with relief as he drove the Jeep through the wrought iron gates. “We’re supposed to be meeting a James and Emily Woodward.” He steered the vehicle around the circular driveway parking near the front steps of the embassy complex building.
A brunette woman in her early thirties came hurrying down the stairs. On reaching their vehicle, she exuberantly opened the passenger door.“Here, let me take that baby from you before he catches a cold.” Her accent was decidedly British and she held out her arms to take the toddler from his mother.“You must be exhausted from your journey. Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? You must be the Stetsons? My name is Emily—Emily Woodward.”
“Hello, Emily. My name is Matt, my wife Jennie, and the one in your arms is our son, Lee.”
“Pleased to meet you and welcome to the British Embassy in Cairo.”
Act One
4247 Maplewood Drive
Friday, January 19, 1990
4:30 PM
Dotty sneezed and rubbed her eyes, closing the pull-down stairs that led to the attic. She had been looking for baby toys that might have belonged to the boys when they were younger, but had discovered much of it had been given away or thrown out long ago. In her hands she clutched a ragged-looking teddy bear. She had found it in a box that was labeled Lee’s. She wondered if it had sentimental value to him. He still spoke so little about his parents or his past; she knew most of the memories were still painful for him. She placed the teddy bear on the fireplace mantel, thinking she would ask him about it when Lee and Amanda returned home from work. She looked at the time and gasped not realizing how late it was. “I better start dinner.” She scurried into the kitchen. Hearing the front door open, she knew Lee and Amanda were home.
“You’re home early, Dears.” She opened the refrigerator taking out the chicken and put the pieces into a frying pan on the stove.
“Yes, Mother. Lee had a little accident at work.”
Lee and Amanda came around the corner and Dotty could see Lee’s left arm wrapped up in bandages. “Goodness, Lee. What did you do to your arm?”
“Mother, let’s just say a milk run went sour and leave it at that.” Amanda opened the cupboard and took out a jar of peaches. Opening the jar, she poured them into a bowl.
“Well, despite that little incident we did get the job done. Don’t worry Dotty it’s a little sprain. It will heal in no time.” Lee sat down, placing his arm on the countertop.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Lee, getting up from the stool. He walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing on the front porch smiling was Emily Farnsworth holding several packages. “Emily! What a pleasant surprise. We weren’t expecting you. Come in. Amanda’s in the kitchen.”
“Who is it, Honey?” Amanda called out.
“Oh, just an old friend,” he said coming around the corner with Emily.
“Emily! It’s so nice to see you. Come sit down. Mother could you please take Emily’s packages?”
“Thank you, Dotty. Could you place them in the family room for me? They’re presents for the baby.”
Amanda gave Emily a hug. “Now Emily. You didn’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I did. I’m going to spoil that grand niece or nephew of mine.” She touched Amanda’s swollen belly.
“Where’s Charles?” Lee asked.
“He couldn’t come out with me this time. Oh, I see you are cooking dinner. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Emily, you’re not intruding,” Amanda told her. “Please stay for dinner. We have plenty; the boys are staying with their father this weekend.”
“As long as I’m not imposing.”
“Then it’s settled. Mother and I will finish getting dinner ready. Why don’t you sit down in the family room with Lee?”
“Shall we?” Lee extended his good arm to Emily and walked into the family room.
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“Thank you, Dotty and Amanda dinner was wonderful.” Emily placed her napkin down. She then rose and picked up her plate.
“Now, don’t worry about clearing the table, Emily. I can do them. Go spend some time with Lee and Amanda,” Dotty said.
“Thank you, Dotty.”
The three of them walked into the family room. Lee helped Amanda sit down on the sofa. Then sat down next to her. Emily walked over to the fireplace mantel, noticing the teddy bear sitting there. She picked him up. “This looks rather old. How long have you had this Amanda?”
Amanda looked up at Emily. “I don’t recognize him. Mother, do you know anything about this teddy bear on the mantel?”
“What, Dear?” Dotty asked coming into the family room with a dishtowel in her hand. “Oh, I found it in a box of Lee’s up in the attic.”
“Lee, who’s your friend?” Amanda asked handing him the teddy bear.
Lee smiled. “I have not seen this guy in years. My mum said a friend of the family’s gave him to me when I was two. I think I had the measles then and she brought him back from a trip to-” he tried to think.
“. . . Paris,” Emily finished for him.
“How did you know that, Emily?” Lee asked.
“Lee, did I ever tell you the story about how I got started in the business?”
Lee looked over at Amanda, smiling. “Sort of like Amanda, accidentally.”
“You were asked to deliver a message,” Amanda interjected. “From Cairo to Gibraltar.”
“That’s correct, but there’s more to the story.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “It was exactly thirty-eight years ago today. My late husband, James, and I were living at the British Embassy in Cairo and we had a young family staying with us at the compound. A husband, wife, and their two-year-old son…”
British Embassy Compound
Cairo, Egypt
Saturday, January 19, 1952
7:00 AM
Jennifer Stetson and her son were already sitting down at the breakfast table when Matthew entered the kitchen the following morning. He couldn’t help but smile at the makeshift high chair that Lee was using. Emily and Jennie had made good use of a stack of books, and Lee was perched on top of the stack, eating a breakfast of banana slices, porridge, and toast. At least fifty percent of which was making it to his mouth.
“Good morning, Mr. Stetson. Can I make you some breakfast?”
“No thanks, Emily. It's Matt and I’m not much of a breakfast eater.”
“It’s not healthy to skip breakfast, Matt. It would be no trouble to make you a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. No trouble at all.”
“Thanks for the offer, Emily, but I’ll just have toast and coffee.” He swiped a slice of bacon from the table and quickly ate it.
“Give up, Emily.” Jennie helped Lee with his porridge as she spoke, “I’ve been trying for years to change his breakfast eating habits.”
After finishing their breakfast, Matt stood up. “We need to get going if we’re going to make that appointment on time.”
Jennie picked Lee up and taking a tea towel, she washed his face and hands.
“I have an idea,” Emily bent down and smiled at the toddler. “Why don’t you leave Lee here with me?”
Jennie hesitated for a moment. “Are you sure? He can sometimes be a handful.”
Lee stood behind his mother, hiding behind her skirt.
“He can also be a little shy at times,” Jennie apologized.
“I would love to watch him.” She stood up and looked at the adults. “Go on you two—or you’ll be late.”
Matt shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, Emily, if you’re sure.
“He and I will be just fine.” She leaned down and took the boy’s hand. “Come on Lee, let’s go find something to play with. I think we have some building blocks around here somewhere.”
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The sun was nearing its zenith by the time Matt and Jennie arrived at the Cairo Opera House. Matt found a space in front of the building and stepped out of the vehicle. He moved quickly around the front of the Jeep, reaching his wife’s door in time to help her out.
Jennie left her husband lounging against the side of the vehicle and strode confidently up to the box office at the front of the building.
A bored attendant was sitting behind the rather dirty glass. “Sabakh-a-nur, na’m, matha tatlubu?”
“Yes, do you have tickets reserved in the name Stedman?”
“Just a moment, please.” The attendant opened a drawer and flicked through a pile of envelopes; pulling one out he handed it to Jennie. “Two first row balcony seats.”
“Thank you.”
“Tfadl. Can I interest you in a program?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Tfadl. Enjoy the show.”
“Thank you. I’m sure we will.”
Jennie took the program and tickets and headed back to the Jeep where Matt was already seated back behind the steering wheel. She slipped into the passenger seat and handed him the program. He flipped open the booklet and took out the envelope that was hidden inside. Opening the envelope, he read the note that it contained.
“Well?” Jennie asked.
“Nothing. Another nothing.” Matt hit the steering wheel with his fist. “Jennie, I swear.”
“Matt, please don’t. Let’s go back to the embassy and call headquarters. See what they have to say.”
Matt nodded. Pulling away from the curb, he drove down the road.
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“Mummy!” Lee yelled, coming down the marble staircase. He was holding onto the rail with one hand and holding onto Emily’s hand with his other. He was dressed in a Buster Brown outfit.
“Lee.” Jennie squatted down and enveloped her son in a hug. “Were you a good boy for Emily?”
“Uh-ha. We pway twucks.” He imitated ‘vroom-vroom’ noises. “And Emwe gave me cracka and juice.”
“And what do we say?”
“Tank ew,” he grinned, showing his dimples.
“You’re welcome, Lee.”
Then Lee sneezed.
“Gesundheit,” Matt said.
“Dada.” Lee held up his arms. “Horsie ride.”
Matt picked up his son and settled him on his shoulders. “The phone lines are down, so I couldn’t call the office.”
“I’m sorry about that Matt; it happens a lot around here.”
“It’s okay, Emily. I hope you don’t mind us staying for another night.”
“No, no trouble. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to. Why don’t you take Lee outside and walk around the gardens and the riverfront,” she suggested. “Jennie and I can stay for a spot of tea and get to know each other better.” Emily turned to Jennie. “Care to join me in the drawing room?”
“I’d love to.”
Lee sneezed again.
Jennie looked at him concerned. “I do hope he’s not coming down with something.”
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“Oh Emily, these drawings are marvelous. Did you do them?” Jennie wandered around the drawing room, looking at the framed sketches that adorned the walls.
“Yes, I took some art classes when I was at RADA.”
“The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. What a prestigious school! So do you do much acting?”
“Not as much as I would like to anymore,” she admitted. “But I have my drawing and my duties here at the embassy.” She paused and then with a hint of sadness in her voice said, “Oh, who am I kidding? Actually, I’m tired of hosting teas and fanning myself on the veranda.” Emily heaved a sigh. “So what about you, Jennie? Must be difficult being a mum and—a spy.”
Jennie laughed. “Oh, Emily, you tease. What makes you think I’m a spy?”
“You have to remember I grew up in London, during the war. I know a spy when I see one. So how long have you been one?”
Jennie took out a deep long breath. “I’ve been a full-time spy for about five years now. Matt recruited me back during the war. I helped him out from time to time and found I enjoyed it, so I went to formal operative training after the war ended and became Matt’s partner around the time Matt asked me to marry him.”
“How romantic."
Matt came into the room carrying Lee. “Giving away secrets, Dear?” he teased.
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Jennie walked over the sink with the last of the dinner dishes. “Here, you are, Emily. Let me wipe up.”
“No thanks, Jennie. Why don’t you and Matt enjoy a nice walk through the gardens? Lee’s asleep and you two should enjoy some time to yourselves. I can manage by myself.” She shooed them out the French doors.
Matt smiled at Jennie. “Walk with me,” he said putting his arm around her shoulder. They walked through the gardens enjoying a quiet moment together. Soon they reached the edge of the embassy lawn that faced the riverfront. They both looked at the lights illuminating the cluttered city that surrounded the Nile and the boats bobbing in the water, basking in the moonlight. Matt suddenly turned to his wife, pulled her into a warm embrace, and held her close. “I am so glad you are here with me,” he whispered in her ear.
She shivered. “Your touch makes me quiver.”
“Quiver?” he said grinning. Then looking into her eyes he whispered, “I love you, Jennie.” He gently touched his lips to hers.
Later that night they walked up the stairs toward the guest bedroom. “I had a good time tonight, Mr. Stetson.”
“The night’s still young.” He winked.
“Hold that thought,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I want to check on Lee first.”
She walked into Lee’s room and heard him cough. Matt leaned against the doorframe and watched his wife as she knelt down next to their son’s bed, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Resting the back of her hand against Lee’s forehead, Jennie realized he felt very hot to the touch. “Matt,” she whispered. “He’s burning up.” Concerned, she gently caressed her son’s cheek.
“Mummy?” Lee’s voice was raspy, and when he opened his eyes, they were unfocused and red.He coughed again and began to scratch his chest.
Jennie lifted up his pajama top and saw a rash. She pulled his shirt back down.
“Shush. It’s okay. Mummy’s here, Sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and glanced back at Matt. “I think we need to call a doctor.”
“I’ll wake up Emily.” With one last worried glance toward his son, Matt headed out of the room.
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Matt and Jennie hovered over Lee, while the doctor looked him over. He took a thermometer out of his bag and placed it into Lee’s mouth. Emily stood just inside the doorway. “Poor little tyke,” she whispered.
The doctor put his thermometer and stethoscope back into his bag and stood up.
“What is it, doctor?” Matt asked.
“He’s running a temperature of thirty-nine degrees Celsius and has a rash; the lymph nodes are swollen as is his tongue. He has all the signs of measles. The best thing you can do for him is try and keep him comfortable as possible.” He moved toward the door, which Matt was holding open. “He’ll need lots of rest and plenty of fluids. A bath with Epsom salts will help with the itching.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Matt left the door open and returned to his son’s bedside.
Emily came into the room with a damp washcloth handing it to Jennie. “Thank you, Emily. I’m sorry about this.” She folded the washcloth, placing it on Lee’s forehead.
“Don’t be, Dear. Save your strength and take care of that son of yours. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”
Jennie gave Emily a shy smile. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” replied Emily, closing the bedroom door.
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Sunday, January 20, 1952
8:15 AM
Emily walked into Lee’s room. Matt was asleep in the chair, his head on Lee’s bed. “Matt,” she whispered, shaking him. “I’m sorry to have to wake you, but this envelope arrived by special courier this morning.”
“Thanks, Emily.” Matt stretched and took the envelope from her. He quickly scanned the contents and replaced the letter in the envelope. “Are the phones lines still down?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. Problems?”
Jennie came into the bedroom; she tightened the sash of her bathrobe.
“Problem?” She looked over at her sleeping son. “Is there something wrong with Lee?”
“No. Not Lee.” He handed her the letter. “This just arrived. As you can see it’s from the Foreign Office.” He didn’t even notice that Emily had slipped out of the room.
Jennie read the letter. “We can’t do it Matt. Not with Lee sick.”
“I know. But I have no way of letting them know that we’re unavailable, not until it would be too late,” he said frustrated.
A sly smile started to form on Jennie’s lips. “I recognize that smile. Whatever are you thinking, my Dear?”
“I think I have the perfect solution to our problem. Why don’t you take Emily?”
“What? Are you crazy? I’m not going to take some untrained, civilian housewife on assignment.” His voice raised an octave.
“It’s perfect, Matt. The scenario says man and wife and she’s about the same age as me, a brunette, and British. She’s also a trained actress.”
“I don’t know, Jennie.” Matt shook his head.
“Look Matt—it’s an emergency. We have no choice. You have a job to do and I need to stay here with Lee. You’ll make the best of it—you always do.”
Matt shook his head again. “A housewife? Alright, I’ll ask her.”
Act Two
4247 Maplewood Drive
7:30 PM
The sound of the mantel clock chiming on the half hour was the only sound in the room. Amanda looked over at Lee and could see the stunned look on his face. “Emily, are you telling me you met my parents? And me?”
Emily nodded.
“And your first assignment was with my dad and you portrayed my mum?” Amanda squeezed Lee’s hand, giving him strength. “So what happened next?”
Emily opened her purse, took out a tattered post card, and handed it to Lee and Amanda. The worn photo showed a blue and gold carriage car. Amanda turned it over and read, “Simplon Orient Express…”
Sirkeci Station—Istanbul, Turkey
Simplon Orient Express
Monday, January 21, 1952
9:45 PM
“Here you are Mr. and Mrs. Stetson.” The steward, dressed in a dark blue overcoat and pants, laid their bags down on the floor. “You have a sofa that converts into a bed, a foot stool, wash basin with hot and cold water, linens and towels. Breakfast is served at 7:00 am in the dining car, located up front and the train will be departing in 15 minutes. If you need fresh towels or anything else just ring the bell.”
“Thanks Michel,” Matt said looking at the cabin steward’s name tag. He opened up his wallet and handed him a tip.
After the cabin steward left, Emily took off her coat, hung it up on the coat hook, and put her bag in the storage compartment. Matt did the same and began to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m going to sleep. It’s been a long day,” he said still unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you mind?”
Emily shook her head, and then looked around the compartment. “Matt, we seem to have a slight problem.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“There appears to be only one bed.” Emily looked down at the floor.
He smiled. “There’s no problem. I’ll be on top.”
Her head shot up quickly. “What?”
“Emily,” he explained, grinning. “It’s okay. The bed converts into two bunks. I’ll take the top bunk and you can have the bottom.”
“Yes, of course.” She blushed. “I’ll give you some privacy and I think I’ll go change in the powder room.” Grabbing her nightgown and bathrobe, she then left the compartment, sliding the door closed.
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“Matt, I thought you weren’t a breakfast eater?” Emily asked as the walked down the aisle way.
“I’ll eat breakfast if it will help maintain our cover.” He stopped in the middle of the aisle, turning to look at her. “You did review your scenario, correct?”
Emily nodded her head. “Yes, we are Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Stetson and we sell and buy rare wines. We’re on our way to Paris looking to add to our private collection.” She paused for a moment. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Listen Emily. You’re an actress, just think of it as playing a role in a play and you’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”
Emily nodded again. Matt put his hand in the small of her back, guiding her toward the dining car.
Matt pulled the chair out for Emily and after she sat down he pushed the chair back in for her. “Good morning,” the waiter dressed in a white shirt and black pants and vest said. “My name is Jacques. I will be your server this morning. Coffee?” The waiter filled their cups. “The specialty this morning is a three cheese omelet and fresh baked croissants.”
“That actually sounds good. I’ll have that. Same for you, Dear?”
“Yes, thank you,” answered Emily.
Emily looked around the dining car. The tables were covered with crisp white linens with china cups and saucers and sterling silverware, which lay on top. The décor was glossy wood paneling, polished brass, and red and gold curtains.
Matt reached across the table; taking Emily’s hand, he kissed her palm. Emily looked at him, confused. “What are you doing?”
“Maintaining our cover,” he whispered. ‘Was Jennie ever this bad?’ he wondered, and then smiling to himself, he had to admit, yes as a matter of fact she had been. “We’re married, supposed to be in love and on one of the most romantic rail excursions in the world.”
Emily tried to relax.
The gentleman at the table next to them turned to talk to them. “Hello, my name is Stefan Muir—you sound like you’re an American? I’m always glad to run into a follow American.” Reaching across the table, he shook Matt’s hand.
“Hello Stefan. I’m Matthew Stetson and my wife, Emily. Yes, I’m an American. My wife was raised in Britain, but we now reside in D.C. How about you?”
“I live in a small fishing community—Stonington, Maine—you probably never heard of it. No one ever has,” he explained.
Matt shook his head. “No, sorry can’t say I have. So is your trip business or pleasure?”
“Mostly business, but some pleasure too. I’m an artist. I paint dioramas for cruise lines—so I get to tour the various cities cruise ships go—on their dime. But I had to experience the Orient Express for myself, while I was out here. How about you two?”
“Same here, both business and pleasure. We collect rare wines and are on our way to Paris.”
“So how long have you been collecting wines?”
“For a while, now,” Matt said.
“Not very long. I mean it doesn’t seem very long at all to me.” Emily rushed into speech embarrassed by her gaffe. “I can’t believe it has been several years already.”
Matt shot her a ‘nice save’ look.
“I’m a bit of a wine expert myself. What are you looking for?”
“1929.” “1928 Bordeaux.”
Matt cleared his throat and reaching across the table, patted Emily’s hand. “1928 or ‘29 Bordeaux is what we’re looking for, but we’re particularly fond of the ‘28.”
“Good choices. You know your wines.”
“I would love to see your work sometime, Mr. Muir. I’m an amateur artist myself.”
“It’s Stefan, Emily. What medium?”
“Drawing—mostly I work with charcoal.”
Stefan nodded his head. “Sure. I would love to see your work, too. I’m in compartment number 4, if you would like to stop by.”
The waiter arrived with their breakfast and placed it down on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No thank you, Jacques.” Emily opened her napkin and spread it across her lap.
“Your food has arrived. I’ll leave you two to eat. It was nice talking to both of you,” Stefan said.
“Thank you, Stefan,” they both answered. Emily added, “It was nice meeting you and I hope to see some of your work soon.”
“You too.” He nodded politely.
Matt smiled respectfully at Stefan then turned his attention back to Emily. “What are you doing?” he whispered, through clenched teeth.
“Eating.”
“That’s not what I mean. Are you intentionally trying to blow our covers?”
“No. What did I do?”
“Being an artist was not part of the scenario.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Both Matt and Emily were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Emily.” He ran his hand through his hair. “That was a good save back there.”
“Thanks.” She nodded her head once. “Apology accepted.”
Matt and Emily finished their meal in companionable silence.
In the corner of the car, an older gentleman watched them suspiciously, as they left the dining car. He folded his newspaper, placing it on the table in front of him.
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British Embassy Compound
Cairo, Egypt
12:00 PM
Jennie came into Lee’s room carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of juice. She sat down in the chair next to his bed. She smoothed down his hair, humming ‘Hush Little Baby.’
Lee opened his eyes and turned to look at her. “Mummy?”
“It’s okay, Lee. Mummy’s here.” She put her hand on his forehead to see if he was still hot. “How do you feel?”
“Hurts.”
Taking another pillow, she tucked it behind him. “I brought you some orange juice and chicken noodle soup. I want you to try and drink some juice for me.”
Lee slowly sipped his juice.
“Good boy. Do you think you can try and eat some soup?”
He nodded his head.
Jennie took the spoon and fed him a couple of bites. “More?”
“Mo.” She gave him another spoonful and he opened his mouth for her, allowing the warm broth and noodles to go down his sore throat.
“More?” she asked him again.
He shook his head again, pushing the spoon away.
“Okay. How about you try and get some sleep.”
“No, not tired,” said the cranky toddler. “I wa Dada.”
“I know, Sweetheart. He’ll be home soon. How about I read you a book and sit with you until you fall asleep?” She gently stroked his cheek.
He cuddled up to her.
Jennie opened a book and began to read, “Five little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world. . .”
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Northern Italian Countryside
Simplon Orient Express
Tuesday, January 22, 1952
4:15 PM
Emily finished her afternoon tea and replaced the cup on the saucer. Daintily she wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Matt?”
“Yes, Emily?” he looked up, putting his cup down.
“Would it be alright if I visited Mr. Muir and showed him my drawings?”
“Yes, I don’t see any harm in doing that. Besides, I need to stretch my legs. Shall we?" He stood up to leave.
Emily reached behind her to grab her portfolio and walked out of the compartment. Entering the aisle way, Matt slid the door shut behind them.
They walked down the corridor, toward the sleeping car behind them. Matt held Emily’s arm walking through the doors to the coupling platform and helped her into the other car.
Reaching the cabin door, Matt knocked.
"Yes?" a gentleman called as the door slid aside. “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Stetson. Good to see you. Please come in.” He invited them into his suite.
Emily and Matt sat down on the sofa and Stefan sat down in a chair. “I see you brought your portfolio. May I?”
Emily handed him her portfolio. Stefan opened it and examined the drawings. “Nice. These are very good, Emily. It is Emily, correct?”
“Correct.”
“You are quite talented. Thanks for showing them to me.” He walked over to a steamer trunk that sat on the floor. Opening the trunk, he took out some sketchbooks and handed them to Emily. “Some of my drawings. But I also do watercolors, oils, and a little metal work.”
Emily thumbed through the books. “This is very good, Stefan. I can see why the cruise lines hired you. Thank you for showing them to me.”
“Dear, we probably should get back to our room to change for dinner.” Matt took hold of Emily’s arm. “It was nice visiting with you.” He shook Stefan’s hand. Emily handed back the sketchbooks and they went back into the aisle way.
They had just passed through the doors and were standing on the coupling platform when a man surprised Matt and punched him in the face. Matt stumbled backwards and then the man grabbed him by the shirt collar. “Emily run!” Matt yelled.
Matt watched Emily ran through the second set of doors.
“We meet again, Silver Fox,” the man said.
“Khovansky? When did you crawl out from under your rock?” Matt used his free hand to wipe blood from his lip.
The Russian agent laughed. “Doesn’t matter. The important thing is we have a score to settle.” He squeezed Matt tighter. Matt kneed the Russian in the groin. Doubling over with pain, he dropped Matt and Matt kicked him in the face.
Matt then jumped from the platform to the ladder on the side of the train, and climbed to the top. He looked around realizing he was trapped. The KGB agent had recovered quickly and was already climbing off the ladder and joining Matt on the roof of the train. The train chugged along down the tracks, steam pouring from the funnel. Khovansky pulled out a knife and lunged at Matt. Matt backed away; until he reached the edge of the car and he jumped over to the other car, then back down the ladder. Matt opened the door and ran down the aisle way to the end of the car. He stepped out onto the platform and was grabbed by the neck.
Khovansky had a good grip on him and carried him to the edge of the platform, dangling his feet over the side of the train. Matt would not let go as he twisted and turned trying to free himself. His toes grabbed the edge of the platform and he got himself turned around. Emily came up behind Matt and the Russian. Swinging her portfolio, she hit the Russian in the back and he fell forward, tumbling off the train.
Emily watched the Russian roll down the hillside. “Oh, my goodness.”
Matt stood on the coupling platform, bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Emily, you were great.”
“I really didn’t do that much.”
“No really, that was great. You thought on you feet, had the presence of mind to knock him out and—and you saved my life. Thank you.”
“It was nothing, Matt.” Emily shrugged, and putting an arm around his waist helped him back into the car.
The open-backed Jeep bounced along as the driver maneuvered it across the desert road. The occupants rode in silence heading toward their destination. They had been on this desert road for several hours, and they were tired and weary. It was a surprisingly cold, dark night even by Egyptian desert standards. A light wind had picked up and was blowing little granules of sand in their faces. The driver glanced to his right and smiled at his wife, who was holding their two-year-old son in her lap. Their son was sleeping soundly, sucking on his thumb. Realizing he was looking at her, she turned to him and smiled back.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Mrs. Stetson,” he said, breaking the silence between them.
“I know. I just have a bad feeling about this assignment.”
“It’s just a simple milk run.” He reached across and caressed her hand. “We’ve done drops like this a hundred times. What could go wrong?”
“Milk can sometimes go sour.”
He grinned. “Not that I don’t trust your instincts, Mrs. Stetson, but what makes this assignment different?”
She shook her head, chuckling softly. “I don’t know. Let’s just say, I’ll be glad when it’s all over and we’re back home.”
“It’ll be over soon enough, my dear.” He gently squeezed her hand before returning his to the steering wheel.“ And if I thought there was any danger at all, I wouldn’t have brought the baby.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her nodding her head in agreement.
They continued to follow the river for a while, noticing the gradual change of the scenery as they neared the city. Signs of habitation became more common, the closer they drove to the capital the denser the urban sprawl appeared.
In the city, the dirt and squalor was obvious and horrific to Western eyes and poverty was rampant. Gradually the streets became cleaner and wider as they entered the quarter where foreigners had gravitated, to be near their embassies.
“We’re here,” he sighed with relief as he drove the Jeep through the wrought iron gates. “We’re supposed to be meeting a James and Emily Woodward.” He steered the vehicle around the circular driveway parking near the front steps of the embassy complex building.
A brunette woman in her early thirties came hurrying down the stairs. On reaching their vehicle, she exuberantly opened the passenger door.“Here, let me take that baby from you before he catches a cold.” Her accent was decidedly British and she held out her arms to take the toddler from his mother.“You must be exhausted from your journey. Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? You must be the Stetsons? My name is Emily—Emily Woodward.”
“Hello, Emily. My name is Matt, my wife Jennie, and the one in your arms is our son, Lee.”
“Pleased to meet you and welcome to the British Embassy in Cairo.”
Act One
4247 Maplewood Drive
Friday, January 19, 1990
4:30 PM
Dotty sneezed and rubbed her eyes, closing the pull-down stairs that led to the attic. She had been looking for baby toys that might have belonged to the boys when they were younger, but had discovered much of it had been given away or thrown out long ago. In her hands she clutched a ragged-looking teddy bear. She had found it in a box that was labeled Lee’s. She wondered if it had sentimental value to him. He still spoke so little about his parents or his past; she knew most of the memories were still painful for him. She placed the teddy bear on the fireplace mantel, thinking she would ask him about it when Lee and Amanda returned home from work. She looked at the time and gasped not realizing how late it was. “I better start dinner.” She scurried into the kitchen. Hearing the front door open, she knew Lee and Amanda were home.
“You’re home early, Dears.” She opened the refrigerator taking out the chicken and put the pieces into a frying pan on the stove.
“Yes, Mother. Lee had a little accident at work.”
Lee and Amanda came around the corner and Dotty could see Lee’s left arm wrapped up in bandages. “Goodness, Lee. What did you do to your arm?”
“Mother, let’s just say a milk run went sour and leave it at that.” Amanda opened the cupboard and took out a jar of peaches. Opening the jar, she poured them into a bowl.
“Well, despite that little incident we did get the job done. Don’t worry Dotty it’s a little sprain. It will heal in no time.” Lee sat down, placing his arm on the countertop.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Lee, getting up from the stool. He walked over to the front door and opened it. Standing on the front porch smiling was Emily Farnsworth holding several packages. “Emily! What a pleasant surprise. We weren’t expecting you. Come in. Amanda’s in the kitchen.”
“Who is it, Honey?” Amanda called out.
“Oh, just an old friend,” he said coming around the corner with Emily.
“Emily! It’s so nice to see you. Come sit down. Mother could you please take Emily’s packages?”
“Thank you, Dotty. Could you place them in the family room for me? They’re presents for the baby.”
Amanda gave Emily a hug. “Now Emily. You didn’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I did. I’m going to spoil that grand niece or nephew of mine.” She touched Amanda’s swollen belly.
“Where’s Charles?” Lee asked.
“He couldn’t come out with me this time. Oh, I see you are cooking dinner. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Emily, you’re not intruding,” Amanda told her. “Please stay for dinner. We have plenty; the boys are staying with their father this weekend.”
“As long as I’m not imposing.”
“Then it’s settled. Mother and I will finish getting dinner ready. Why don’t you sit down in the family room with Lee?”
“Shall we?” Lee extended his good arm to Emily and walked into the family room.
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“Thank you, Dotty and Amanda dinner was wonderful.” Emily placed her napkin down. She then rose and picked up her plate.
“Now, don’t worry about clearing the table, Emily. I can do them. Go spend some time with Lee and Amanda,” Dotty said.
“Thank you, Dotty.”
The three of them walked into the family room. Lee helped Amanda sit down on the sofa. Then sat down next to her. Emily walked over to the fireplace mantel, noticing the teddy bear sitting there. She picked him up. “This looks rather old. How long have you had this Amanda?”
Amanda looked up at Emily. “I don’t recognize him. Mother, do you know anything about this teddy bear on the mantel?”
“What, Dear?” Dotty asked coming into the family room with a dishtowel in her hand. “Oh, I found it in a box of Lee’s up in the attic.”
“Lee, who’s your friend?” Amanda asked handing him the teddy bear.
Lee smiled. “I have not seen this guy in years. My mum said a friend of the family’s gave him to me when I was two. I think I had the measles then and she brought him back from a trip to-” he tried to think.
“. . . Paris,” Emily finished for him.
“How did you know that, Emily?” Lee asked.
“Lee, did I ever tell you the story about how I got started in the business?”
Lee looked over at Amanda, smiling. “Sort of like Amanda, accidentally.”
“You were asked to deliver a message,” Amanda interjected. “From Cairo to Gibraltar.”
“That’s correct, but there’s more to the story.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “It was exactly thirty-eight years ago today. My late husband, James, and I were living at the British Embassy in Cairo and we had a young family staying with us at the compound. A husband, wife, and their two-year-old son…”
British Embassy Compound
Cairo, Egypt
Saturday, January 19, 1952
7:00 AM
Jennifer Stetson and her son were already sitting down at the breakfast table when Matthew entered the kitchen the following morning. He couldn’t help but smile at the makeshift high chair that Lee was using. Emily and Jennie had made good use of a stack of books, and Lee was perched on top of the stack, eating a breakfast of banana slices, porridge, and toast. At least fifty percent of which was making it to his mouth.
“Good morning, Mr. Stetson. Can I make you some breakfast?”
“No thanks, Emily. It's Matt and I’m not much of a breakfast eater.”
“It’s not healthy to skip breakfast, Matt. It would be no trouble to make you a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. No trouble at all.”
“Thanks for the offer, Emily, but I’ll just have toast and coffee.” He swiped a slice of bacon from the table and quickly ate it.
“Give up, Emily.” Jennie helped Lee with his porridge as she spoke, “I’ve been trying for years to change his breakfast eating habits.”
After finishing their breakfast, Matt stood up. “We need to get going if we’re going to make that appointment on time.”
Jennie picked Lee up and taking a tea towel, she washed his face and hands.
“I have an idea,” Emily bent down and smiled at the toddler. “Why don’t you leave Lee here with me?”
Jennie hesitated for a moment. “Are you sure? He can sometimes be a handful.”
Lee stood behind his mother, hiding behind her skirt.
“He can also be a little shy at times,” Jennie apologized.
“I would love to watch him.” She stood up and looked at the adults. “Go on you two—or you’ll be late.”
Matt shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, Emily, if you’re sure.
“He and I will be just fine.” She leaned down and took the boy’s hand. “Come on Lee, let’s go find something to play with. I think we have some building blocks around here somewhere.”
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The sun was nearing its zenith by the time Matt and Jennie arrived at the Cairo Opera House. Matt found a space in front of the building and stepped out of the vehicle. He moved quickly around the front of the Jeep, reaching his wife’s door in time to help her out.
Jennie left her husband lounging against the side of the vehicle and strode confidently up to the box office at the front of the building.
A bored attendant was sitting behind the rather dirty glass. “Sabakh-a-nur, na’m, matha tatlubu?”
“Yes, do you have tickets reserved in the name Stedman?”
“Just a moment, please.” The attendant opened a drawer and flicked through a pile of envelopes; pulling one out he handed it to Jennie. “Two first row balcony seats.”
“Thank you.”
“Tfadl. Can I interest you in a program?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Tfadl. Enjoy the show.”
“Thank you. I’m sure we will.”
Jennie took the program and tickets and headed back to the Jeep where Matt was already seated back behind the steering wheel. She slipped into the passenger seat and handed him the program. He flipped open the booklet and took out the envelope that was hidden inside. Opening the envelope, he read the note that it contained.
“Well?” Jennie asked.
“Nothing. Another nothing.” Matt hit the steering wheel with his fist. “Jennie, I swear.”
“Matt, please don’t. Let’s go back to the embassy and call headquarters. See what they have to say.”
Matt nodded. Pulling away from the curb, he drove down the road.
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“Mummy!” Lee yelled, coming down the marble staircase. He was holding onto the rail with one hand and holding onto Emily’s hand with his other. He was dressed in a Buster Brown outfit.
“Lee.” Jennie squatted down and enveloped her son in a hug. “Were you a good boy for Emily?”
“Uh-ha. We pway twucks.” He imitated ‘vroom-vroom’ noises. “And Emwe gave me cracka and juice.”
“And what do we say?”
“Tank ew,” he grinned, showing his dimples.
“You’re welcome, Lee.”
Then Lee sneezed.
“Gesundheit,” Matt said.
“Dada.” Lee held up his arms. “Horsie ride.”
Matt picked up his son and settled him on his shoulders. “The phone lines are down, so I couldn’t call the office.”
“I’m sorry about that Matt; it happens a lot around here.”
“It’s okay, Emily. I hope you don’t mind us staying for another night.”
“No, no trouble. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to. Why don’t you take Lee outside and walk around the gardens and the riverfront,” she suggested. “Jennie and I can stay for a spot of tea and get to know each other better.” Emily turned to Jennie. “Care to join me in the drawing room?”
“I’d love to.”
Lee sneezed again.
Jennie looked at him concerned. “I do hope he’s not coming down with something.”
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“Oh Emily, these drawings are marvelous. Did you do them?” Jennie wandered around the drawing room, looking at the framed sketches that adorned the walls.
“Yes, I took some art classes when I was at RADA.”
“The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. What a prestigious school! So do you do much acting?”
“Not as much as I would like to anymore,” she admitted. “But I have my drawing and my duties here at the embassy.” She paused and then with a hint of sadness in her voice said, “Oh, who am I kidding? Actually, I’m tired of hosting teas and fanning myself on the veranda.” Emily heaved a sigh. “So what about you, Jennie? Must be difficult being a mum and—a spy.”
Jennie laughed. “Oh, Emily, you tease. What makes you think I’m a spy?”
“You have to remember I grew up in London, during the war. I know a spy when I see one. So how long have you been one?”
Jennie took out a deep long breath. “I’ve been a full-time spy for about five years now. Matt recruited me back during the war. I helped him out from time to time and found I enjoyed it, so I went to formal operative training after the war ended and became Matt’s partner around the time Matt asked me to marry him.”
“How romantic."
Matt came into the room carrying Lee. “Giving away secrets, Dear?” he teased.
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Jennie walked over the sink with the last of the dinner dishes. “Here, you are, Emily. Let me wipe up.”
“No thanks, Jennie. Why don’t you and Matt enjoy a nice walk through the gardens? Lee’s asleep and you two should enjoy some time to yourselves. I can manage by myself.” She shooed them out the French doors.
Matt smiled at Jennie. “Walk with me,” he said putting his arm around her shoulder. They walked through the gardens enjoying a quiet moment together. Soon they reached the edge of the embassy lawn that faced the riverfront. They both looked at the lights illuminating the cluttered city that surrounded the Nile and the boats bobbing in the water, basking in the moonlight. Matt suddenly turned to his wife, pulled her into a warm embrace, and held her close. “I am so glad you are here with me,” he whispered in her ear.
She shivered. “Your touch makes me quiver.”
“Quiver?” he said grinning. Then looking into her eyes he whispered, “I love you, Jennie.” He gently touched his lips to hers.
Later that night they walked up the stairs toward the guest bedroom. “I had a good time tonight, Mr. Stetson.”
“The night’s still young.” He winked.
“Hold that thought,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I want to check on Lee first.”
She walked into Lee’s room and heard him cough. Matt leaned against the doorframe and watched his wife as she knelt down next to their son’s bed, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Resting the back of her hand against Lee’s forehead, Jennie realized he felt very hot to the touch. “Matt,” she whispered. “He’s burning up.” Concerned, she gently caressed her son’s cheek.
“Mummy?” Lee’s voice was raspy, and when he opened his eyes, they were unfocused and red.He coughed again and began to scratch his chest.
Jennie lifted up his pajama top and saw a rash. She pulled his shirt back down.
“Shush. It’s okay. Mummy’s here, Sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and glanced back at Matt. “I think we need to call a doctor.”
“I’ll wake up Emily.” With one last worried glance toward his son, Matt headed out of the room.
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Matt and Jennie hovered over Lee, while the doctor looked him over. He took a thermometer out of his bag and placed it into Lee’s mouth. Emily stood just inside the doorway. “Poor little tyke,” she whispered.
The doctor put his thermometer and stethoscope back into his bag and stood up.
“What is it, doctor?” Matt asked.
“He’s running a temperature of thirty-nine degrees Celsius and has a rash; the lymph nodes are swollen as is his tongue. He has all the signs of measles. The best thing you can do for him is try and keep him comfortable as possible.” He moved toward the door, which Matt was holding open. “He’ll need lots of rest and plenty of fluids. A bath with Epsom salts will help with the itching.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Matt left the door open and returned to his son’s bedside.
Emily came into the room with a damp washcloth handing it to Jennie. “Thank you, Emily. I’m sorry about this.” She folded the washcloth, placing it on Lee’s forehead.
“Don’t be, Dear. Save your strength and take care of that son of yours. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”
Jennie gave Emily a shy smile. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” replied Emily, closing the bedroom door.
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Sunday, January 20, 1952
8:15 AM
Emily walked into Lee’s room. Matt was asleep in the chair, his head on Lee’s bed. “Matt,” she whispered, shaking him. “I’m sorry to have to wake you, but this envelope arrived by special courier this morning.”
“Thanks, Emily.” Matt stretched and took the envelope from her. He quickly scanned the contents and replaced the letter in the envelope. “Are the phones lines still down?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. Problems?”
Jennie came into the bedroom; she tightened the sash of her bathrobe.
“Problem?” She looked over at her sleeping son. “Is there something wrong with Lee?”
“No. Not Lee.” He handed her the letter. “This just arrived. As you can see it’s from the Foreign Office.” He didn’t even notice that Emily had slipped out of the room.
Jennie read the letter. “We can’t do it Matt. Not with Lee sick.”
“I know. But I have no way of letting them know that we’re unavailable, not until it would be too late,” he said frustrated.
A sly smile started to form on Jennie’s lips. “I recognize that smile. Whatever are you thinking, my Dear?”
“I think I have the perfect solution to our problem. Why don’t you take Emily?”
“What? Are you crazy? I’m not going to take some untrained, civilian housewife on assignment.” His voice raised an octave.
“It’s perfect, Matt. The scenario says man and wife and she’s about the same age as me, a brunette, and British. She’s also a trained actress.”
“I don’t know, Jennie.” Matt shook his head.
“Look Matt—it’s an emergency. We have no choice. You have a job to do and I need to stay here with Lee. You’ll make the best of it—you always do.”
Matt shook his head again. “A housewife? Alright, I’ll ask her.”
Act Two
4247 Maplewood Drive
7:30 PM
The sound of the mantel clock chiming on the half hour was the only sound in the room. Amanda looked over at Lee and could see the stunned look on his face. “Emily, are you telling me you met my parents? And me?”
Emily nodded.
“And your first assignment was with my dad and you portrayed my mum?” Amanda squeezed Lee’s hand, giving him strength. “So what happened next?”
Emily opened her purse, took out a tattered post card, and handed it to Lee and Amanda. The worn photo showed a blue and gold carriage car. Amanda turned it over and read, “Simplon Orient Express…”
Sirkeci Station—Istanbul, Turkey
Simplon Orient Express
Monday, January 21, 1952
9:45 PM
“Here you are Mr. and Mrs. Stetson.” The steward, dressed in a dark blue overcoat and pants, laid their bags down on the floor. “You have a sofa that converts into a bed, a foot stool, wash basin with hot and cold water, linens and towels. Breakfast is served at 7:00 am in the dining car, located up front and the train will be departing in 15 minutes. If you need fresh towels or anything else just ring the bell.”
“Thanks Michel,” Matt said looking at the cabin steward’s name tag. He opened up his wallet and handed him a tip.
After the cabin steward left, Emily took off her coat, hung it up on the coat hook, and put her bag in the storage compartment. Matt did the same and began to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I’m going to sleep. It’s been a long day,” he said still unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you mind?”
Emily shook her head, and then looked around the compartment. “Matt, we seem to have a slight problem.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“There appears to be only one bed.” Emily looked down at the floor.
He smiled. “There’s no problem. I’ll be on top.”
Her head shot up quickly. “What?”
“Emily,” he explained, grinning. “It’s okay. The bed converts into two bunks. I’ll take the top bunk and you can have the bottom.”
“Yes, of course.” She blushed. “I’ll give you some privacy and I think I’ll go change in the powder room.” Grabbing her nightgown and bathrobe, she then left the compartment, sliding the door closed.
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“Matt, I thought you weren’t a breakfast eater?” Emily asked as the walked down the aisle way.
“I’ll eat breakfast if it will help maintain our cover.” He stopped in the middle of the aisle, turning to look at her. “You did review your scenario, correct?”
Emily nodded her head. “Yes, we are Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Stetson and we sell and buy rare wines. We’re on our way to Paris looking to add to our private collection.” She paused for a moment. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Listen Emily. You’re an actress, just think of it as playing a role in a play and you’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”
Emily nodded again. Matt put his hand in the small of her back, guiding her toward the dining car.
Matt pulled the chair out for Emily and after she sat down he pushed the chair back in for her. “Good morning,” the waiter dressed in a white shirt and black pants and vest said. “My name is Jacques. I will be your server this morning. Coffee?” The waiter filled their cups. “The specialty this morning is a three cheese omelet and fresh baked croissants.”
“That actually sounds good. I’ll have that. Same for you, Dear?”
“Yes, thank you,” answered Emily.
Emily looked around the dining car. The tables were covered with crisp white linens with china cups and saucers and sterling silverware, which lay on top. The décor was glossy wood paneling, polished brass, and red and gold curtains.
Matt reached across the table; taking Emily’s hand, he kissed her palm. Emily looked at him, confused. “What are you doing?”
“Maintaining our cover,” he whispered. ‘Was Jennie ever this bad?’ he wondered, and then smiling to himself, he had to admit, yes as a matter of fact she had been. “We’re married, supposed to be in love and on one of the most romantic rail excursions in the world.”
Emily tried to relax.
The gentleman at the table next to them turned to talk to them. “Hello, my name is Stefan Muir—you sound like you’re an American? I’m always glad to run into a follow American.” Reaching across the table, he shook Matt’s hand.
“Hello Stefan. I’m Matthew Stetson and my wife, Emily. Yes, I’m an American. My wife was raised in Britain, but we now reside in D.C. How about you?”
“I live in a small fishing community—Stonington, Maine—you probably never heard of it. No one ever has,” he explained.
Matt shook his head. “No, sorry can’t say I have. So is your trip business or pleasure?”
“Mostly business, but some pleasure too. I’m an artist. I paint dioramas for cruise lines—so I get to tour the various cities cruise ships go—on their dime. But I had to experience the Orient Express for myself, while I was out here. How about you two?”
“Same here, both business and pleasure. We collect rare wines and are on our way to Paris.”
“So how long have you been collecting wines?”
“For a while, now,” Matt said.
“Not very long. I mean it doesn’t seem very long at all to me.” Emily rushed into speech embarrassed by her gaffe. “I can’t believe it has been several years already.”
Matt shot her a ‘nice save’ look.
“I’m a bit of a wine expert myself. What are you looking for?”
“1929.” “1928 Bordeaux.”
Matt cleared his throat and reaching across the table, patted Emily’s hand. “1928 or ‘29 Bordeaux is what we’re looking for, but we’re particularly fond of the ‘28.”
“Good choices. You know your wines.”
“I would love to see your work sometime, Mr. Muir. I’m an amateur artist myself.”
“It’s Stefan, Emily. What medium?”
“Drawing—mostly I work with charcoal.”
Stefan nodded his head. “Sure. I would love to see your work, too. I’m in compartment number 4, if you would like to stop by.”
The waiter arrived with their breakfast and placed it down on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No thank you, Jacques.” Emily opened her napkin and spread it across her lap.
“Your food has arrived. I’ll leave you two to eat. It was nice talking to both of you,” Stefan said.
“Thank you, Stefan,” they both answered. Emily added, “It was nice meeting you and I hope to see some of your work soon.”
“You too.” He nodded politely.
Matt smiled respectfully at Stefan then turned his attention back to Emily. “What are you doing?” he whispered, through clenched teeth.
“Eating.”
“That’s not what I mean. Are you intentionally trying to blow our covers?”
“No. What did I do?”
“Being an artist was not part of the scenario.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Both Matt and Emily were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Emily.” He ran his hand through his hair. “That was a good save back there.”
“Thanks.” She nodded her head once. “Apology accepted.”
Matt and Emily finished their meal in companionable silence.
In the corner of the car, an older gentleman watched them suspiciously, as they left the dining car. He folded his newspaper, placing it on the table in front of him.
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British Embassy Compound
Cairo, Egypt
12:00 PM
Jennie came into Lee’s room carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of juice. She sat down in the chair next to his bed. She smoothed down his hair, humming ‘Hush Little Baby.’
Lee opened his eyes and turned to look at her. “Mummy?”
“It’s okay, Lee. Mummy’s here.” She put her hand on his forehead to see if he was still hot. “How do you feel?”
“Hurts.”
Taking another pillow, she tucked it behind him. “I brought you some orange juice and chicken noodle soup. I want you to try and drink some juice for me.”
Lee slowly sipped his juice.
“Good boy. Do you think you can try and eat some soup?”
He nodded his head.
Jennie took the spoon and fed him a couple of bites. “More?”
“Mo.” She gave him another spoonful and he opened his mouth for her, allowing the warm broth and noodles to go down his sore throat.
“More?” she asked him again.
He shook his head again, pushing the spoon away.
“Okay. How about you try and get some sleep.”
“No, not tired,” said the cranky toddler. “I wa Dada.”
“I know, Sweetheart. He’ll be home soon. How about I read you a book and sit with you until you fall asleep?” She gently stroked his cheek.
He cuddled up to her.
Jennie opened a book and began to read, “Five little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world. . .”
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Northern Italian Countryside
Simplon Orient Express
Tuesday, January 22, 1952
4:15 PM
Emily finished her afternoon tea and replaced the cup on the saucer. Daintily she wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Matt?”
“Yes, Emily?” he looked up, putting his cup down.
“Would it be alright if I visited Mr. Muir and showed him my drawings?”
“Yes, I don’t see any harm in doing that. Besides, I need to stretch my legs. Shall we?" He stood up to leave.
Emily reached behind her to grab her portfolio and walked out of the compartment. Entering the aisle way, Matt slid the door shut behind them.
They walked down the corridor, toward the sleeping car behind them. Matt held Emily’s arm walking through the doors to the coupling platform and helped her into the other car.
Reaching the cabin door, Matt knocked.
"Yes?" a gentleman called as the door slid aside. “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Stetson. Good to see you. Please come in.” He invited them into his suite.
Emily and Matt sat down on the sofa and Stefan sat down in a chair. “I see you brought your portfolio. May I?”
Emily handed him her portfolio. Stefan opened it and examined the drawings. “Nice. These are very good, Emily. It is Emily, correct?”
“Correct.”
“You are quite talented. Thanks for showing them to me.” He walked over to a steamer trunk that sat on the floor. Opening the trunk, he took out some sketchbooks and handed them to Emily. “Some of my drawings. But I also do watercolors, oils, and a little metal work.”
Emily thumbed through the books. “This is very good, Stefan. I can see why the cruise lines hired you. Thank you for showing them to me.”
“Dear, we probably should get back to our room to change for dinner.” Matt took hold of Emily’s arm. “It was nice visiting with you.” He shook Stefan’s hand. Emily handed back the sketchbooks and they went back into the aisle way.
They had just passed through the doors and were standing on the coupling platform when a man surprised Matt and punched him in the face. Matt stumbled backwards and then the man grabbed him by the shirt collar. “Emily run!” Matt yelled.
Matt watched Emily ran through the second set of doors.
“We meet again, Silver Fox,” the man said.
“Khovansky? When did you crawl out from under your rock?” Matt used his free hand to wipe blood from his lip.
The Russian agent laughed. “Doesn’t matter. The important thing is we have a score to settle.” He squeezed Matt tighter. Matt kneed the Russian in the groin. Doubling over with pain, he dropped Matt and Matt kicked him in the face.
Matt then jumped from the platform to the ladder on the side of the train, and climbed to the top. He looked around realizing he was trapped. The KGB agent had recovered quickly and was already climbing off the ladder and joining Matt on the roof of the train. The train chugged along down the tracks, steam pouring from the funnel. Khovansky pulled out a knife and lunged at Matt. Matt backed away; until he reached the edge of the car and he jumped over to the other car, then back down the ladder. Matt opened the door and ran down the aisle way to the end of the car. He stepped out onto the platform and was grabbed by the neck.
Khovansky had a good grip on him and carried him to the edge of the platform, dangling his feet over the side of the train. Matt would not let go as he twisted and turned trying to free himself. His toes grabbed the edge of the platform and he got himself turned around. Emily came up behind Matt and the Russian. Swinging her portfolio, she hit the Russian in the back and he fell forward, tumbling off the train.
Emily watched the Russian roll down the hillside. “Oh, my goodness.”
Matt stood on the coupling platform, bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Emily, you were great.”
“I really didn’t do that much.”
“No really, that was great. You thought on you feet, had the presence of mind to knock him out and—and you saved my life. Thank you.”
“It was nothing, Matt.” Emily shrugged, and putting an arm around his waist helped him back into the car.
Act Three
Gare de l’Est Station
Paris, France
Thursday, January 24, 1952
10:00 AM
Matt and Emily left their bags with the attendant at the check-in desk. “Merci.” Taking the receipt, Matt placed it in his coat pocket.
“Where to now?” Emily asked.
“I’m supposed to meet a contact at the Côté Café.” Matt with his right hand at the small of Emily’s back guided her through the station. They walked in silence toward tracks 10 and 11. Emily marveled at the architectural wonder of the station with its glass roof and domes and the impressive large painting depicting soldiers marching off to war that hung at the center of the station. Reaching the café, they sat down at one of the tables.
“Bonjour. Que voudriez-vous boire?”The waiter asked, putting down two napkins onto the table.
“Un café pour moi, s'il vous plaît.”Matt turned to Emily. “Emily?”
“The same.”
“Deux.” Matt held up two fingers.
“Oui, monsieur.”
The waiter returned a few moments later placing two cups of coffee and a check down on the table. “Merci.”
Matt and Emily each took sips of their coffee. Matt scanned the café carefully, looking for his contact.
A haggard looking man walked over to their table. “I prefer Paris in the summertime.”
“So do I, but it’s impossible to get a cab,” Matt answered.
The man sat down at their table. “Stetson?”
Matt nodded his head. The man held out his hand to shake Matt’s. Matt felt the slip of paper make its way into his hand. He closed his fist. “It was nice meeting you; perhaps we can see each other again sometime.”
The man got up and walked out of the café.
Emily raised her eyebrows. “What was that all about?’
Glancing around the café, Matt carefully opened the note and read it. He sighed then rubbed the back of his neck. “Looks like we get to go on another train ride, my Dear.”
“Where to now?”
“Gibraltar.”
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Gare d’Austerlitz Station
Paris, France
10:00 PM
The cab pulled in front of Gare d’Austerlitz Station. After stepping out and paying the driver, Matt grabbed their bags. They entered the station, and walked over to the ticket counter.
“Two tickets to Madrid.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t have any private coaches available. Will a sleeping berth do?”
“Yes.” Matt then paid the cashier.
The cashier handed Matt the tickets. “Your train leaves in one hour, track nine.”
“Merci.”
“Madrid?” Emily looked at Matt confused.
“Madrid is as far as the tracks go. Then we’ll take a bus from Madrid to La Linea and finally a taxi over to Gibraltar. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way to do this trip.”
“I understand.”
Matt and Emily sat in the station lobby waiting for the announcement that their train was ready for boarding. Emily had just purchased a small teddy bear she had seen from a vender, thinking it might cheer up a sick Lee, when from the corner of his eye, Matt saw a group of men walking toward the ticket counter, pointing and asking questions.
“Damn!” he swore, trying to hide behind the station pillar.
“What?” asked Emily concerned.
“Those men over there are Naguib’s lieutenants. They’re probably waiting for me to get onto the train to ambush me. They don’t want this message to get through. We’re going to have to find another way to get to Gibraltar.”
Emily looked down at her bag and smiled. “I think I have a way to get us onto that train.”
Matt looked at her in confusion, but she picked up their bags and led him toward the ladies’ room. “Whoa, wait a minute. I can’t go in there.”
“Yes, you can.” She shoved him into the room.
Thirty minutes later, Emily came out of the ladies’ room holding onto the arm of an elderly woman. Seeing a cane lying next to a bench, Emily grabbed it and gave it to Matt. “Here, it will look more realistic.”
Matt took the cane. “I can’t believe you made me shave my moustache,” he grumbled.
“It’ll grow back. Besides how many old ladies do you know who have a moustache?”
Matt grinned. “Yes, I guess you’re right. This is really good, Emily. You’re very skilled with makeup. Did you learn that at the Academy?”
“Yes.”
They headed toward track number nine, walking past the group of men, who did not give them any notice.
Matt and Emily stood on the train platform. The black and red engine car was pouring smoke from its funnel. The train whistle blew. The conductor hollered, “All aboard.” The porter took their bags and tossed them to the steward. He took Emily’s arm helping her up the steps. Then he took a hold of Matt’s arm. “Watch you’re step, Ma’am.” Emily had to stifle a giggle. Matt shot her a glance. “Thank you, young man,” he said in a high-pitched voice.
The steward walked them to their seats. “There are your seats, ladies. You’re in sleeping berth two when you are ready to go to sleep. Enjoy your trip.” He tipped his hat. Emily took some money out her purse and tipped the young man.
Both Matt and Emily looked out the train windows. On the platform, they saw the same group of men running up and down the wooden walkway, jumping up from time to time in order to see through the train windows. They were yelling at each other and shaking their heads. The train gave one final departing whistle and with a sudden jerk, the wheels slowly rolled forward. Soon the train began to make the familiar click-click-click sound across the tracks, as it picked up speed coming out of the station and into the dark night sky. Matt laid his head back against the seat. “Thanks Emily. That’s two I owe you.”
“Matt, you don’t have to run rings around the enemy as long as you can think rings around them.” She patted his hand.
Matt smiled, amused. “Well, we have some time to talk before we arrive in Madrid, unless you’re tired.”
Emily shook her head.
“How long have you lived in Cairo?”
“My husband James has been posted at the embassy for two years now,” she said without the British accent.
Matt looked at her startled. “Emily? Where’s your accent.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt like dropping it. I’m actually an American, like you.”
“You are good. I would have never guessed.”
“Just one of the many talents I learned at RADA. So, I understand you met Jennie during the war.”
Matt nodded his head. “Yes, I was being chased and asked her to pass an envelope for me.”
“And she did?”
“Actually—no.” He smiled. “The message never got delivered, so I had to track her down. The funny thing is, once I found her, I realized she was right—who would have let her in at 10 Downing Street?”
“Oh, dear.” Emily laughed.
“How long have you been an actress?”
“I’m afraid the acting bug, bit me pretty early. I was five-years-old when I was cast in my first play. My mother was an actress and my father was a musician. When I graduated from school, I told my parents I wanted to take up acting, and my parents had some friends who lived in London, so I applied to RADA and was thrilled when I was accepted. The rest they say is history.”
“How long have you been a spy?” Emily inquired.
“I actually started out in military intelligence before the war. My dad was a career military officer, served during the First World War. I thought intelligence was a good way to protect my country, so after advanced officer training I went into intelligence.”
As the train sped through the dark countryside, they passed the time exchanging stories. Sometimes, laughing so much it brought tears to their eyes.
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Gibraltar
Friday, January 25, 1952
4:00 PM
The taxi sped through the narrow streets of the town toward the bay. The huge limestone rock stood tall and proud jutting out of the Iberian Peninsula. The taxi drove up to the gate of the Royal Navy Base. Matt had changed into a US Major uniform.
The guard stationed at the gate looked into the cab window. He saluted when he saw Matt. “Major.”
“Seaman.” Matt saluted back and then showed his ID. “I have an important message to deliver to Rear Admiral Cooke.”
“Yes, Sir.” He waved the cab through the gates.
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A lieutenant led Matt and Emily, into the Rear Admiral’s office. The commanding officer stood up. He was very tall, standing ramrod straight, with white hair and very blue eyes. He reached across his desk, shaking Matt’s hand. “Major Stetson. It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry to hear about your step-father’s passing. He was a fine officer.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The commanding officer looked over at Emily. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met. I’m Rear Admiral Jonathan Cooke and you are?”
“Emily—Emily Woodward.”
“Pleased to meet you," he greeted Emily, and then turned his attention back to Matt. "Where’s Jennie?”
“She’s back in Cairo, Sir. Lee was too sick to travel, so Emily accompanied me on this trip. She’s civilian, but her husband’s military, posted at the British embassy in Cairo.”
The rear admiral nodded his head. “What brings you to the ‘rock,’ Matt?”
“This.” He handed him the message. The rear admiral read the note and shook his head. “Lieutenant Carter,” he bellowed.
Lieutenant Carter stuck his head through the door. “Yes, Sir?”
“We need to set up a Naval Task Force to Egypt, post haste.” He handed the message to the lieutenant. The lieutenant saluted, then left the room.
“Thanks, Matt. I’m afraid it’s too late to get you back to Cairo this evening, but I’ll personally make sure I get you on a private plane back to Jennie and Lee first thing in the morning. In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay at my house this evening. Annie would love to see you.” He patted Matt on the back.
“Thank you, Sir.” Matt glanced at Emily before turning back to the officer. “We’d like that.”
Act Four
The streets of Cairo
Cairo, Egypt
Saturday, January 26, 1952
1:30 PM
A late afternoon haze blanketed the city as a taxicab headed toward embassy row. The flight back home from Gibraltar had been uneventful and Matt and Emily were now sitting in the back of the cab. They were both exhausted—it had been a long week. Matt sat with his head resting on the back of the seat looking toward the roof. Emily had her eyes closed as soon as they had settled into the backseat. The taxi eventually arrived at the embassy complex and drove through the familiar wrought iron gates, stopping in front of the main building. Matt got out of the cab, and after paying the fare, grabbed their bags, and they walked up the stairs.
They entered through the double doors, and saw James Woodward coming down the marble staircase toward them. “Emily, thank God, you made it home.” He greeted his wife, enveloping her in his arms; giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I missed you, too. But what’s this all about?”
“It’s rumored that the Free Officers are preparing a military coup d'état to overthrow King Farouk.”
“I know. That’s what the message Matt and I hand-carried to the Royal Naval base in Gibraltar said.”
James looked over at Matt. “I’m sorry—we’ve not yet met. I’ve been at my post. The name’s James Woodward.”
Matt stuck out his hand. “Matthew Stetson. The Admiralty is sending a task force, to help bring things under control here. Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow Emily. She was great.”
James nodded his head. “I’m glad you both made it back home. I was afraid when I heard the airport offices had closed down. I thought maybe the airport was closed. . .”
“The Airport offices have closed down?” Matt interrupted.
“I’m sorry; let me bring you up to speed. While you were gone, an American nun was shot and killed near Ismailia.”
Matt groaned.
“British paratroopers were sent in to clean up the streets and search every house and disarm the main military barrack there. Reports are saying that the police resisted our demands to evacuate the Suez Canal area and a battle ensued. From what I understand, fifty police officers were killed and scores wounded. I hate to say it, but this whole ugly mess has turned into one explosive powder keg.”
“It sounds to me like the situation is a volatile tinderbox as balanced as an upturned pyramid.”
“You would be correct Mr. Stetson. I must return to my post in preparation to help defend the embassy compound if it becomes a target.” He turned to Emily. “Please, stay here, Dear.”
“Of course.”
He shook Matt’s hand again. “Good meeting you, Mr. Stetson. Sorry I must take off.”
“I understand.”
Emily walked James to the door. “You be careful.” Her lips softly touched his. When they parted, he tipped his hat and closed the door.
“I’m going to go find Jennie and check on Lee.” Matt headed up the stairs and entered Lee’s room.
“Dada,” Lee called out, bouncing up and down.
“Well, it looks like my buddy is feeling better.” He walked across the room and sat down on the bed.
Jennie came through the doorway. “Oh Matt! I’m so glad you’re back. Have you heard the news?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything we can do?”
“Let me call the office in a moment, but I first wanted to say hello to my wife and son.”
Matt stood up and she ran into his arms. “I missed you. It just isn’t the same without you. I missed my wife and partner,” he whispered, pulling her closer he gently kissed her lips.
“Was the mission successful?”
“Yes, despite a little incident, we got the message through.”
“Little incident? What aren’t you telling me, Stetson? And why did you shave your moustache?”
He grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it later. How’s Lee?” He looked down at the bed toward his son, who was busy playing with blocks.
“He’s doing much better.”
Matt nodded. “I guess I better make a phone call.” He released his hold on her. “I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, Matt returned.
“Well?”
“Well, nothing. They don’t want us involved, Jennie.” He sat back down on the bed and picked up a block. Lee happily handed him another one and another. Matt smiled. He looked up and saw the concern on his wife’s face. “It’s okay, dear. If it comes down to protecting my family, I’ll protect you, but for right now we sit and wait.”
Jennie nodded her head, not really agreeing, but understanding.
Mid-afternoon
Lee had fallen asleep clutching a teddy bear Emily had brought back for him from Paris. Matt and Jennie stood out on the balcony of the embassy compound building. From this vantage point they could see Cairo’s central business district and watched as an angry mob torched the Shepheard’s Hotel, Opera House, British Turf Club, and other British interests, while police and firemen stood by doing nothing. All the fires appeared to have started at the same time. A thick column of dense black smoke filled the sky. Jennie sighed and Matt put his arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder.
Emily appeared on the balcony a few moments later with a young serviceman. He saluted. “Sir, I was asked to deliver this message to you.” He handed the note to Matt. Matt read it. “Thank you, Corporal. Tell them, I’ll take care of this.” They both saluted and the Corporal left.
“Emily, I need to ask another request. I’m going to need to borrow an embassy staff car and driver.”
“Yes, Matt. I’ll make sure there’s one out front for you in ten minutes.”
Matt nodded his head. “Thanks, Emily.”
“What does the note say, Matt?” Jennie asked.
“The Foreign Office has asked me to deliver this message to the Egyptian Ministry of the Interior; ‘Stop the rioting or you will be visited by the Royal Naval Fleet’.”
“Be careful, Matt. This looks less like an unruly mob and more like a well-planned and disciplined action.”
“I have to agree with you, Dear.” He kissed her quickly and headed back into the building. Jennie turned back around, her arms crossed over her chest.
Later that evening
A few hours later the embassy driver drove the staff car back through the compound’s gates and up the driveway. Matt noticed a few rioters rushed the front but an imposing figure holding a submachine gun stood his ground and turned the would-be mob away. Matt turned to look at the man and smiled when he realized it was James.
Matt returned to the balcony to find his wife still there. Lee was sitting in her lap.
“The Egyptian Army has moved in and things are starting to calm down,” he reported, sitting down next to her. He picked Lee up and sat him down on his lap. “I was just speaking with Emily. It appears she’s hooked and wants to become a full-time intelligence operative.”
“Really?” Jennie asked, stunned. “So do you think Emily will make a good spy?”
“Dear, you know I don’t like that word. But who knows? She’s got good instincts; she can think on her feet, and is a master of disguises and accents. Maybe someday she’ll make a decent agent. Might even become the best operative MI-6 has.” He shrugged his shoulders. “After all, stranger things have happened.”
Jennie raised her eyebrows. “The best operative MI-6 has, huh? I thought that title was reserved for me?”
Matt smiled at his wife. “Of course, Mrs. Stetson.” Leaning forward, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him and then shook her head.
The three of them sat there watching twilight turn into night. The buildings in the distance were still burning and appeared blood red as the night turned black.
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4247 Maplewood Drive
10:00 PM
The clock chimed ten times.
Breaking the silence, Emily finally said, “And once things settled down I twisted James’ arm into allowing me to return to London for formal operative training. The rest of the story you know.”
Amanda rubbed her belly, shaking her head. “I know I’ve said it before, but like father, like son.”
Lee looked over at her and placed his hand on her belly. “Baby Stetson is really active tonight.”
“Yes, your son or daughter seems to enjoy the night life. Just when I’m getting ready to go to bed.”
Emily smiled. “It’s getting rather late and I should get back to the hotel. I’m staying at the Hyatt Regency. Come join me for brunch tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Emily. We’ll do that,” Amanda replied.
Emily got up to leave and started to walk toward the door.
Lee got up to walk with her after helping his wife get up out of the sofa. “Emily?”
“Yes, Lee.”
He paused for a moment searching for the right words. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew my parents?”
She patted Lee on the arm. “Remember our first case together and we were on that stakeout and to pass the time away we talked.” She noticed Lee nod his head. “I asked you about your parents and you shut down. I knew then you weren’t ready to hear about them, but now you are. In addition, some of the memories are painful for me, too.” She took a deep breath. “My beloved James died two months after I returned from training—pancreas cancer took him from me. But life turned out alright. I met Lord Farnsworth at a charity event, ten-years later, and you know the rest.” She turned around and smiled at Amanda, who was standing behind them and then faced Lee again. “I also lost two wonderful friends. They were amazing people, great agents and doting parents. They loved you dearly and they left behind a wonderful legacy. Matt and Jennie would be proud of you, Son.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you two for brunch tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks Emily,” Lee was finally able to choke out, returning her kiss. He turned around and pulled Amanda close to him, putting his arm around her waist.
After they waved good-bye to Emily, he closed the door. Padding over to the fireplace mantel, he picked up the teddy bear, clutching it for a second before he smiled. Then taking Amanda’s hand, they all went up the stairs.
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Hyatt Regency Hotel
Saturday, January 20, 1990
11:00 AM
Lee and Amanda walked through the double doors leading into the hotel lobby. Scanning the room Lee looked for Emily. “I don’t see her. Let’s go to the front desk and have them call up to her room.” They walked over to the front desk.
“Welcome to the Hyatt Regency. How may I help you, Sir?” The front desk clerk asked.
“I’m looking for Lady Farnsworth.”
“Of course, Sir. She’s expecting you and said to meet her in our Congressional room. Main floor third room on the left.”
“Thanks,” said Lee. Putting his hand in the small of Amanda’s back, they headed toward the conference room.
“Why here?” she asked.
Lee shrugged. They rounded the corner entering the room and found it full of their family and co-workers. “Surprise,” they yelled and clapped. A large banner reading ‘Congratulations’ hung from the wall, balloons filled the room and couple of banquet tables were covered with all different shapes and sizes of boxes with various colored wrapping paper, ribbons and bows.
“Emily, did you plan this? You really shouldn’t have,” Amanda said astounded.
Amanda put her arms around Emily giving her a hug. “Thank you Emily, but really this is too much.”
“Nonsense. I know it’s been fifteen years since you’ve had a baby and after talking with Dotty I found out you needed just about everything. So I made a few phone calls and planned this baby shower for the two of you. Now, go on and thank your guests and eat some food.”
Lee and Amanda circulated the room thanking those who came, before finally sitting down to eat themselves. Emily came over sitting down next to Amanda. She was rubbing her belly and Emily put her hand down on top of Amanda’s hand, gently patting her belly, too.
“I knew the two of you were meant for each other the minute I saw you together.” She took Lee’s hand and Amanda’s firmly squeezing them. “I’m so happy for both of you.”
“Thanks, Emily.”
“I have one more present for you.”
“Oh, Emily—you really shouldn’t have. You’ve done enough.” Amanda ashamedly admitted.
“This is not for the baby. This is for you Lee.” She handed him a cylinder tube.
Lee turned the tube over and pulled out the paper stuffed inside. He unrolled the paper and gasped.
“I’m sorry I had to go by memory—so please forgive this old woman.”
Amanda looked over Lee’s arm to see the drawing. “Oh Emily. It’s beautiful. It’s a great likeness to Matt and Jennie and look how cute you are Lee.”
“Thank you, Emily. Words can’t describe how much this means to me,” Lee said admiring the drawing.
“The look on your face says it all, Lee.”
Lee leaned across the table giving Emily a peck on the cheek. Then he looked at Amanda, nodding his head.
“Emily,” Amanda began. “We know how good you are at keeping secrets, and we thought we would share one with you.”
Emily looked at Amanda and then Lee.
Continuing Amanda said, “We have decided on the names for the baby and if it’s a boy we’re naming him Matthew.”
“After Lee’s father. How appropriate, and if it’s a girl after his mother, I assume?”
Amanda shook her head. “No, if it’s a girl, we’re naming her Emily.”
Emily looked at them surprised. “I’m honored. Truly honored.”
“No, it is us who are honored.” Lee stood up and crossed to the other side of her. He leaned over to kiss her cheek and Amanda did the same.
The End
Author's note: The story timeline is based on true historical events. Due to political upheaval and a clash between British soldiers and Egyptian police, angry mobs set much of Cairo ablaze, targeting British properties. This violent uprising on January 26, 1952 was known as Black Saturday.
Gare de l’Est Station
Paris, France
Thursday, January 24, 1952
10:00 AM
Matt and Emily left their bags with the attendant at the check-in desk. “Merci.” Taking the receipt, Matt placed it in his coat pocket.
“Where to now?” Emily asked.
“I’m supposed to meet a contact at the Côté Café.” Matt with his right hand at the small of Emily’s back guided her through the station. They walked in silence toward tracks 10 and 11. Emily marveled at the architectural wonder of the station with its glass roof and domes and the impressive large painting depicting soldiers marching off to war that hung at the center of the station. Reaching the café, they sat down at one of the tables.
“Bonjour. Que voudriez-vous boire?”The waiter asked, putting down two napkins onto the table.
“Un café pour moi, s'il vous plaît.”Matt turned to Emily. “Emily?”
“The same.”
“Deux.” Matt held up two fingers.
“Oui, monsieur.”
The waiter returned a few moments later placing two cups of coffee and a check down on the table. “Merci.”
Matt and Emily each took sips of their coffee. Matt scanned the café carefully, looking for his contact.
A haggard looking man walked over to their table. “I prefer Paris in the summertime.”
“So do I, but it’s impossible to get a cab,” Matt answered.
The man sat down at their table. “Stetson?”
Matt nodded his head. The man held out his hand to shake Matt’s. Matt felt the slip of paper make its way into his hand. He closed his fist. “It was nice meeting you; perhaps we can see each other again sometime.”
The man got up and walked out of the café.
Emily raised her eyebrows. “What was that all about?’
Glancing around the café, Matt carefully opened the note and read it. He sighed then rubbed the back of his neck. “Looks like we get to go on another train ride, my Dear.”
“Where to now?”
“Gibraltar.”
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Gare d’Austerlitz Station
Paris, France
10:00 PM
The cab pulled in front of Gare d’Austerlitz Station. After stepping out and paying the driver, Matt grabbed their bags. They entered the station, and walked over to the ticket counter.
“Two tickets to Madrid.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t have any private coaches available. Will a sleeping berth do?”
“Yes.” Matt then paid the cashier.
The cashier handed Matt the tickets. “Your train leaves in one hour, track nine.”
“Merci.”
“Madrid?” Emily looked at Matt confused.
“Madrid is as far as the tracks go. Then we’ll take a bus from Madrid to La Linea and finally a taxi over to Gibraltar. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way to do this trip.”
“I understand.”
Matt and Emily sat in the station lobby waiting for the announcement that their train was ready for boarding. Emily had just purchased a small teddy bear she had seen from a vender, thinking it might cheer up a sick Lee, when from the corner of his eye, Matt saw a group of men walking toward the ticket counter, pointing and asking questions.
“Damn!” he swore, trying to hide behind the station pillar.
“What?” asked Emily concerned.
“Those men over there are Naguib’s lieutenants. They’re probably waiting for me to get onto the train to ambush me. They don’t want this message to get through. We’re going to have to find another way to get to Gibraltar.”
Emily looked down at her bag and smiled. “I think I have a way to get us onto that train.”
Matt looked at her in confusion, but she picked up their bags and led him toward the ladies’ room. “Whoa, wait a minute. I can’t go in there.”
“Yes, you can.” She shoved him into the room.
Thirty minutes later, Emily came out of the ladies’ room holding onto the arm of an elderly woman. Seeing a cane lying next to a bench, Emily grabbed it and gave it to Matt. “Here, it will look more realistic.”
Matt took the cane. “I can’t believe you made me shave my moustache,” he grumbled.
“It’ll grow back. Besides how many old ladies do you know who have a moustache?”
Matt grinned. “Yes, I guess you’re right. This is really good, Emily. You’re very skilled with makeup. Did you learn that at the Academy?”
“Yes.”
They headed toward track number nine, walking past the group of men, who did not give them any notice.
Matt and Emily stood on the train platform. The black and red engine car was pouring smoke from its funnel. The train whistle blew. The conductor hollered, “All aboard.” The porter took their bags and tossed them to the steward. He took Emily’s arm helping her up the steps. Then he took a hold of Matt’s arm. “Watch you’re step, Ma’am.” Emily had to stifle a giggle. Matt shot her a glance. “Thank you, young man,” he said in a high-pitched voice.
The steward walked them to their seats. “There are your seats, ladies. You’re in sleeping berth two when you are ready to go to sleep. Enjoy your trip.” He tipped his hat. Emily took some money out her purse and tipped the young man.
Both Matt and Emily looked out the train windows. On the platform, they saw the same group of men running up and down the wooden walkway, jumping up from time to time in order to see through the train windows. They were yelling at each other and shaking their heads. The train gave one final departing whistle and with a sudden jerk, the wheels slowly rolled forward. Soon the train began to make the familiar click-click-click sound across the tracks, as it picked up speed coming out of the station and into the dark night sky. Matt laid his head back against the seat. “Thanks Emily. That’s two I owe you.”
“Matt, you don’t have to run rings around the enemy as long as you can think rings around them.” She patted his hand.
Matt smiled, amused. “Well, we have some time to talk before we arrive in Madrid, unless you’re tired.”
Emily shook her head.
“How long have you lived in Cairo?”
“My husband James has been posted at the embassy for two years now,” she said without the British accent.
Matt looked at her startled. “Emily? Where’s your accent.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt like dropping it. I’m actually an American, like you.”
“You are good. I would have never guessed.”
“Just one of the many talents I learned at RADA. So, I understand you met Jennie during the war.”
Matt nodded his head. “Yes, I was being chased and asked her to pass an envelope for me.”
“And she did?”
“Actually—no.” He smiled. “The message never got delivered, so I had to track her down. The funny thing is, once I found her, I realized she was right—who would have let her in at 10 Downing Street?”
“Oh, dear.” Emily laughed.
“How long have you been an actress?”
“I’m afraid the acting bug, bit me pretty early. I was five-years-old when I was cast in my first play. My mother was an actress and my father was a musician. When I graduated from school, I told my parents I wanted to take up acting, and my parents had some friends who lived in London, so I applied to RADA and was thrilled when I was accepted. The rest they say is history.”
“How long have you been a spy?” Emily inquired.
“I actually started out in military intelligence before the war. My dad was a career military officer, served during the First World War. I thought intelligence was a good way to protect my country, so after advanced officer training I went into intelligence.”
As the train sped through the dark countryside, they passed the time exchanging stories. Sometimes, laughing so much it brought tears to their eyes.
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Gibraltar
Friday, January 25, 1952
4:00 PM
The taxi sped through the narrow streets of the town toward the bay. The huge limestone rock stood tall and proud jutting out of the Iberian Peninsula. The taxi drove up to the gate of the Royal Navy Base. Matt had changed into a US Major uniform.
The guard stationed at the gate looked into the cab window. He saluted when he saw Matt. “Major.”
“Seaman.” Matt saluted back and then showed his ID. “I have an important message to deliver to Rear Admiral Cooke.”
“Yes, Sir.” He waved the cab through the gates.
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A lieutenant led Matt and Emily, into the Rear Admiral’s office. The commanding officer stood up. He was very tall, standing ramrod straight, with white hair and very blue eyes. He reached across his desk, shaking Matt’s hand. “Major Stetson. It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry to hear about your step-father’s passing. He was a fine officer.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The commanding officer looked over at Emily. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met. I’m Rear Admiral Jonathan Cooke and you are?”
“Emily—Emily Woodward.”
“Pleased to meet you," he greeted Emily, and then turned his attention back to Matt. "Where’s Jennie?”
“She’s back in Cairo, Sir. Lee was too sick to travel, so Emily accompanied me on this trip. She’s civilian, but her husband’s military, posted at the British embassy in Cairo.”
The rear admiral nodded his head. “What brings you to the ‘rock,’ Matt?”
“This.” He handed him the message. The rear admiral read the note and shook his head. “Lieutenant Carter,” he bellowed.
Lieutenant Carter stuck his head through the door. “Yes, Sir?”
“We need to set up a Naval Task Force to Egypt, post haste.” He handed the message to the lieutenant. The lieutenant saluted, then left the room.
“Thanks, Matt. I’m afraid it’s too late to get you back to Cairo this evening, but I’ll personally make sure I get you on a private plane back to Jennie and Lee first thing in the morning. In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay at my house this evening. Annie would love to see you.” He patted Matt on the back.
“Thank you, Sir.” Matt glanced at Emily before turning back to the officer. “We’d like that.”
Act Four
The streets of Cairo
Cairo, Egypt
Saturday, January 26, 1952
1:30 PM
A late afternoon haze blanketed the city as a taxicab headed toward embassy row. The flight back home from Gibraltar had been uneventful and Matt and Emily were now sitting in the back of the cab. They were both exhausted—it had been a long week. Matt sat with his head resting on the back of the seat looking toward the roof. Emily had her eyes closed as soon as they had settled into the backseat. The taxi eventually arrived at the embassy complex and drove through the familiar wrought iron gates, stopping in front of the main building. Matt got out of the cab, and after paying the fare, grabbed their bags, and they walked up the stairs.
They entered through the double doors, and saw James Woodward coming down the marble staircase toward them. “Emily, thank God, you made it home.” He greeted his wife, enveloping her in his arms; giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I missed you, too. But what’s this all about?”
“It’s rumored that the Free Officers are preparing a military coup d'état to overthrow King Farouk.”
“I know. That’s what the message Matt and I hand-carried to the Royal Naval base in Gibraltar said.”
James looked over at Matt. “I’m sorry—we’ve not yet met. I’ve been at my post. The name’s James Woodward.”
Matt stuck out his hand. “Matthew Stetson. The Admiralty is sending a task force, to help bring things under control here. Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow Emily. She was great.”
James nodded his head. “I’m glad you both made it back home. I was afraid when I heard the airport offices had closed down. I thought maybe the airport was closed. . .”
“The Airport offices have closed down?” Matt interrupted.
“I’m sorry; let me bring you up to speed. While you were gone, an American nun was shot and killed near Ismailia.”
Matt groaned.
“British paratroopers were sent in to clean up the streets and search every house and disarm the main military barrack there. Reports are saying that the police resisted our demands to evacuate the Suez Canal area and a battle ensued. From what I understand, fifty police officers were killed and scores wounded. I hate to say it, but this whole ugly mess has turned into one explosive powder keg.”
“It sounds to me like the situation is a volatile tinderbox as balanced as an upturned pyramid.”
“You would be correct Mr. Stetson. I must return to my post in preparation to help defend the embassy compound if it becomes a target.” He turned to Emily. “Please, stay here, Dear.”
“Of course.”
He shook Matt’s hand again. “Good meeting you, Mr. Stetson. Sorry I must take off.”
“I understand.”
Emily walked James to the door. “You be careful.” Her lips softly touched his. When they parted, he tipped his hat and closed the door.
“I’m going to go find Jennie and check on Lee.” Matt headed up the stairs and entered Lee’s room.
“Dada,” Lee called out, bouncing up and down.
“Well, it looks like my buddy is feeling better.” He walked across the room and sat down on the bed.
Jennie came through the doorway. “Oh Matt! I’m so glad you’re back. Have you heard the news?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything we can do?”
“Let me call the office in a moment, but I first wanted to say hello to my wife and son.”
Matt stood up and she ran into his arms. “I missed you. It just isn’t the same without you. I missed my wife and partner,” he whispered, pulling her closer he gently kissed her lips.
“Was the mission successful?”
“Yes, despite a little incident, we got the message through.”
“Little incident? What aren’t you telling me, Stetson? And why did you shave your moustache?”
He grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it later. How’s Lee?” He looked down at the bed toward his son, who was busy playing with blocks.
“He’s doing much better.”
Matt nodded. “I guess I better make a phone call.” He released his hold on her. “I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, Matt returned.
“Well?”
“Well, nothing. They don’t want us involved, Jennie.” He sat back down on the bed and picked up a block. Lee happily handed him another one and another. Matt smiled. He looked up and saw the concern on his wife’s face. “It’s okay, dear. If it comes down to protecting my family, I’ll protect you, but for right now we sit and wait.”
Jennie nodded her head, not really agreeing, but understanding.
Mid-afternoon
Lee had fallen asleep clutching a teddy bear Emily had brought back for him from Paris. Matt and Jennie stood out on the balcony of the embassy compound building. From this vantage point they could see Cairo’s central business district and watched as an angry mob torched the Shepheard’s Hotel, Opera House, British Turf Club, and other British interests, while police and firemen stood by doing nothing. All the fires appeared to have started at the same time. A thick column of dense black smoke filled the sky. Jennie sighed and Matt put his arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder.
Emily appeared on the balcony a few moments later with a young serviceman. He saluted. “Sir, I was asked to deliver this message to you.” He handed the note to Matt. Matt read it. “Thank you, Corporal. Tell them, I’ll take care of this.” They both saluted and the Corporal left.
“Emily, I need to ask another request. I’m going to need to borrow an embassy staff car and driver.”
“Yes, Matt. I’ll make sure there’s one out front for you in ten minutes.”
Matt nodded his head. “Thanks, Emily.”
“What does the note say, Matt?” Jennie asked.
“The Foreign Office has asked me to deliver this message to the Egyptian Ministry of the Interior; ‘Stop the rioting or you will be visited by the Royal Naval Fleet’.”
“Be careful, Matt. This looks less like an unruly mob and more like a well-planned and disciplined action.”
“I have to agree with you, Dear.” He kissed her quickly and headed back into the building. Jennie turned back around, her arms crossed over her chest.
Later that evening
A few hours later the embassy driver drove the staff car back through the compound’s gates and up the driveway. Matt noticed a few rioters rushed the front but an imposing figure holding a submachine gun stood his ground and turned the would-be mob away. Matt turned to look at the man and smiled when he realized it was James.
Matt returned to the balcony to find his wife still there. Lee was sitting in her lap.
“The Egyptian Army has moved in and things are starting to calm down,” he reported, sitting down next to her. He picked Lee up and sat him down on his lap. “I was just speaking with Emily. It appears she’s hooked and wants to become a full-time intelligence operative.”
“Really?” Jennie asked, stunned. “So do you think Emily will make a good spy?”
“Dear, you know I don’t like that word. But who knows? She’s got good instincts; she can think on her feet, and is a master of disguises and accents. Maybe someday she’ll make a decent agent. Might even become the best operative MI-6 has.” He shrugged his shoulders. “After all, stranger things have happened.”
Jennie raised her eyebrows. “The best operative MI-6 has, huh? I thought that title was reserved for me?”
Matt smiled at his wife. “Of course, Mrs. Stetson.” Leaning forward, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him and then shook her head.
The three of them sat there watching twilight turn into night. The buildings in the distance were still burning and appeared blood red as the night turned black.
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4247 Maplewood Drive
10:00 PM
The clock chimed ten times.
Breaking the silence, Emily finally said, “And once things settled down I twisted James’ arm into allowing me to return to London for formal operative training. The rest of the story you know.”
Amanda rubbed her belly, shaking her head. “I know I’ve said it before, but like father, like son.”
Lee looked over at her and placed his hand on her belly. “Baby Stetson is really active tonight.”
“Yes, your son or daughter seems to enjoy the night life. Just when I’m getting ready to go to bed.”
Emily smiled. “It’s getting rather late and I should get back to the hotel. I’m staying at the Hyatt Regency. Come join me for brunch tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Emily. We’ll do that,” Amanda replied.
Emily got up to leave and started to walk toward the door.
Lee got up to walk with her after helping his wife get up out of the sofa. “Emily?”
“Yes, Lee.”
He paused for a moment searching for the right words. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew my parents?”
She patted Lee on the arm. “Remember our first case together and we were on that stakeout and to pass the time away we talked.” She noticed Lee nod his head. “I asked you about your parents and you shut down. I knew then you weren’t ready to hear about them, but now you are. In addition, some of the memories are painful for me, too.” She took a deep breath. “My beloved James died two months after I returned from training—pancreas cancer took him from me. But life turned out alright. I met Lord Farnsworth at a charity event, ten-years later, and you know the rest.” She turned around and smiled at Amanda, who was standing behind them and then faced Lee again. “I also lost two wonderful friends. They were amazing people, great agents and doting parents. They loved you dearly and they left behind a wonderful legacy. Matt and Jennie would be proud of you, Son.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you two for brunch tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks Emily,” Lee was finally able to choke out, returning her kiss. He turned around and pulled Amanda close to him, putting his arm around her waist.
After they waved good-bye to Emily, he closed the door. Padding over to the fireplace mantel, he picked up the teddy bear, clutching it for a second before he smiled. Then taking Amanda’s hand, they all went up the stairs.
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Hyatt Regency Hotel
Saturday, January 20, 1990
11:00 AM
Lee and Amanda walked through the double doors leading into the hotel lobby. Scanning the room Lee looked for Emily. “I don’t see her. Let’s go to the front desk and have them call up to her room.” They walked over to the front desk.
“Welcome to the Hyatt Regency. How may I help you, Sir?” The front desk clerk asked.
“I’m looking for Lady Farnsworth.”
“Of course, Sir. She’s expecting you and said to meet her in our Congressional room. Main floor third room on the left.”
“Thanks,” said Lee. Putting his hand in the small of Amanda’s back, they headed toward the conference room.
“Why here?” she asked.
Lee shrugged. They rounded the corner entering the room and found it full of their family and co-workers. “Surprise,” they yelled and clapped. A large banner reading ‘Congratulations’ hung from the wall, balloons filled the room and couple of banquet tables were covered with all different shapes and sizes of boxes with various colored wrapping paper, ribbons and bows.
“Emily, did you plan this? You really shouldn’t have,” Amanda said astounded.
Amanda put her arms around Emily giving her a hug. “Thank you Emily, but really this is too much.”
“Nonsense. I know it’s been fifteen years since you’ve had a baby and after talking with Dotty I found out you needed just about everything. So I made a few phone calls and planned this baby shower for the two of you. Now, go on and thank your guests and eat some food.”
Lee and Amanda circulated the room thanking those who came, before finally sitting down to eat themselves. Emily came over sitting down next to Amanda. She was rubbing her belly and Emily put her hand down on top of Amanda’s hand, gently patting her belly, too.
“I knew the two of you were meant for each other the minute I saw you together.” She took Lee’s hand and Amanda’s firmly squeezing them. “I’m so happy for both of you.”
“Thanks, Emily.”
“I have one more present for you.”
“Oh, Emily—you really shouldn’t have. You’ve done enough.” Amanda ashamedly admitted.
“This is not for the baby. This is for you Lee.” She handed him a cylinder tube.
Lee turned the tube over and pulled out the paper stuffed inside. He unrolled the paper and gasped.
“I’m sorry I had to go by memory—so please forgive this old woman.”
Amanda looked over Lee’s arm to see the drawing. “Oh Emily. It’s beautiful. It’s a great likeness to Matt and Jennie and look how cute you are Lee.”
“Thank you, Emily. Words can’t describe how much this means to me,” Lee said admiring the drawing.
“The look on your face says it all, Lee.”
Lee leaned across the table giving Emily a peck on the cheek. Then he looked at Amanda, nodding his head.
“Emily,” Amanda began. “We know how good you are at keeping secrets, and we thought we would share one with you.”
Emily looked at Amanda and then Lee.
Continuing Amanda said, “We have decided on the names for the baby and if it’s a boy we’re naming him Matthew.”
“After Lee’s father. How appropriate, and if it’s a girl after his mother, I assume?”
Amanda shook her head. “No, if it’s a girl, we’re naming her Emily.”
Emily looked at them surprised. “I’m honored. Truly honored.”
“No, it is us who are honored.” Lee stood up and crossed to the other side of her. He leaned over to kiss her cheek and Amanda did the same.
The End
Author's note: The story timeline is based on true historical events. Due to political upheaval and a clash between British soldiers and Egyptian police, angry mobs set much of Cairo ablaze, targeting British properties. This violent uprising on January 26, 1952 was known as Black Saturday.