The door bell of a cottage in East Anglia rang twice and Miss Gibb, who is seventy, went to the door and shouted "Who's there"
There was no reply." she said. I went into the front room and peeped through the curtaius—and there was a German standing in the path, He stared at me. And I stared at him. His arm was bleeding and he had no boots on."
Miss Gibb called Robert, and he let the her nephew, airman into 214,-roomed, furnished flat, private "72 bath, kitchen, hot/cold water
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