Just before I passed out under the table I had suddenly remembered, in my befuddlement, to warn you all to keep away from the HWH Archive. I had intended to warn you - honestly - but in the excitement of the bar-room extravaganza it completely slipped my mind. Far be it for me to place you chaps at any disadvantage but I knew that Ilsa was engaged in stocktaking down in the cellars, having taken a break from her Advanced Commando Unarmed Combat class.
The 11th Glaswegian Hardcase Volunteers had been mostly hospitalized under her tutelage so she had decided to visit her sister while they made up the numbers.
I will never know by what diabolical plan they managed to get JRT down into that fearful place?
They would have needed to get the combination code for a start which is tattooed on my left buttock and the Lord only knows how or when they could have seen that.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
