Calm hung over the quiet west London suburbs of Acton, Chiswick and Ealing. Housewives popped in & out of neighborhood stores with hardly a glance at the sky. They felt perfectly safe; the Germans hadn't been over London for months. It was a few minutes after nine on Armistice Day morning.
Suddenly a submachine gun chattered. Leslie Ernest Ludford, a crippled lawyer who had paused to buy an Armistice Day poppy, crumpled to the sidewalk moaning. A dark sedan roared away. Later the sedan halted outside the home of two elderly women, Mrs. Annie New and Mrs. Emily Crisp. The...
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