In London recently, a tousled, youngish-looking man stepped into the empty vastness of a 50-passenger R.A.F. Hastings transport specially reserved for him. At Singapore, while the plane lay all night in the blaze of 50 searchlights, troops watched over the tousled man as he slept. A few days later, his plane journey over, the man boarded a Royal Navy frigate at an obscure port in northwest Australia and headed for a rendezvous 50 miles away.
The destination of the guarded man was a bleak chain of coral reefs and windblown wastes inhabited by lizards and black rats—the Monte Bello Islands,...
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