” It went on and on while I had the most incredible dream. I was back with Marg that very first time. My heart was beating the same way and those i...ncredible feelings of love and affection came back to me as she held me in her arms. I felt that I wanted to keep her for the rest of my life but then…I awoke to find three faces above me. It took a while to work out who they were. It took a while to work out where I was. All three had their mouths full open as if they were shocked. It was Marg who. C'est Toi? Hello, It is good to meet you at last." His words, a mixture of French and English all came across in a very French accent. He turned to the girl at the desk."Clothilde. C'est Danny, vous Savez Danny." Clothilde's face lit up and she ran round and hugged me, giving me more kisses on my cheeks. She bubbled away in French of which I understood nothing, but it was obvious that she was pleased to see me. Len explained this reception later.Gerard, as he insisted I call him, explained that. We sat down with Jake again. I asked him if he had any ideas as to the contents of the messages. He was able to do better than that; he wouldn't tell me how they got it, but he did let us look at the German cleartext, along with a translation, for one of the messages; Sam told us that this was called this a "crib." I should have realized that the German military mindset was very formal and authoritarian, since the message started off with what appeared to be a standard header, and the phrasing. ‘Log off! Now!’ she hissed at me. I didn’t know why but I did as she ordered. ‘Get your things. Turn your answer phone on. Now!’ She seemed agitated but Heather is my girlfriend. She had never been this peremptory. I obeyed. ‘Come on. We are going down the fire stairs.’ My office is at the end of a corridor, by the fire stairs and furthest from the lift. Heather peered out of the door, beckoned to me, and we slipped through the fire door to the stairs. Once we were two floors down she told me.