Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-10-09

got there, was hardly built on at all.
That did not surprise him-the R. A.
F.. station at which Henrietta was
working was likely to be in an area
not yet built up, although the address
of THE Extension" which she had
given him implied that there were at
least two considerable buildings there
already.
Frank walked the whole length of
Welshpool Road, a matter of a mile
or more, without seeing anything
which might be an R. A. F. station, or
anything which might be considered
an Extension" 1t was a drab, dreary
day and thin rain was beginning to
fall, and Frank was not put into any
more cheerful mood by the fact that
most of his walk was beside the local
cemetery with its morbid array of
crosses and tombstones.
At the far end, Welshpool Road ran
into the main Birmingham high road
and Frank knew that he had come
too far On the high road here was
only the continual procession of army
and R. A. F.. traffic, nobody that he
could ask for directions, SO he turned
back He was depressed and apprehen-
sive now, which is not to be wondered
at. After a few hundred yards a cy-
cling policeman came towards him and
stopped at his signal.
us there an R. A. F. station near
here?" asked Frank.
mo, SIR" said the policeman after
moments cautious thought. He
looked Frank carefully up and down;
strangers asking after an R. A. F.
station should be treated with sus-
picion, even though they wear an Of
ficer's uniform.
That's queer" said Frank He could
not have made a mistake. He took
out the old envelope on which he had
scrubbed the address. 1t was Welsh
pool Road all right.
What might you be looking for,
sir?" asked the policeman, still cycling
him keenly.
81 thought it was an R. A. F.. sta
tion," explained Frank, but perhaps
it's not. It's a place called the EX-
tension, here in Welshpool Road"
THE Extension" repeated the po-
liceman, and again, 1.-THE Extension?
There's only one Extension in Welsh
pool Road that know of, or in Cold
ham for the matter of that"
And what's that?" asked Frank.
Right here beside you, sir. The ex-
tension of the cemetery. It's been
called that ever since they took in
these two fields couple of years ago"
Frank says he knew then, instantly,
what Henrietta had meant. He must
have paled little under his healthy
tan, he must have given visible proof
of being shaken, for the policeman
asked
us anything the matter, sir?"
NO" said Frank, I'm all right"
There's some A. R. P. people up
there who might give you the infor-
nation you require, sir" said the po-
liceman helpfully. There was group
of people, mostly in uniform, standing
in the drizzling rain just in sight at
the top of the crest.
Thank you," said Frank, I'll go
and ask them"
He turned and walked through the
iron gate, leaving the policeman still
leaning on his bicycle looking after
him. AS he approached, over the mud
DIV path, he saw that it was funeral
in progress-there was clergyman
there in his surplice as well as group
of A. R. P. men and some Red Cross
workers.
What is going on here?" he asked
the nearest A. r. P. man.
We're burying some of the uniden-
titled dead" said the A. R. P. man,
people whom the bastards killed
three days ago."
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