north of boulogne, calais, ostend? they're cornered. so what will happen? i don't know. that's a little bit worrying, though, isn't it, when the king feels it necessary to tell everyone to get on their knees for a national day of prayer. well, let's hope it works. anyway, i wanted to ask you a favor. are you busy? hmm, silly question. i've got a young girl here--name of edith johnstone. she works as a chambermaid up at the white feather. it's a hotel. i know. she's been caught cutting telephone wires just outside crowhurst. not good. no. and it gets worse. there's a military camp half a mile up the road. want me to talk to her? would you mind? where is she? downstairs. right. you're still on for sunday afternoon? sunday afternoon. absolutely. good. because we're praying sunday morning, aren't we? hello. how are you? got everything you want? i'd like a cigarette. ah, well, i'm afraid i don't smoke. my name's foyle. i'm a police officer. and, um, you're in an awful lot of trouble. what on earth did you think you were doing? i mean, did your, um, i mean, where do your paren