Pickwick!

Later in the evening on July 5, 1942

After letting the family in Corrie looked out the door to see down the alley way and there way Kik.
"Come!"
"Now? Long after curfew?"
"Put a hand on my shoulder."
We rode down the alley way and through dark streets. At last infront of us stood a man...Pickwick! I couldn't believe my eyes! There he was sipping his black, Dutch coffee.
"Ask for Mr. Smit" Pickwick said in a whisper.
"It is the only last name in the underground."
I couldn't believe it! This was the real undergrounf! Then, how come I have never seen anyone apart of it? Where were all of these people from? I didn't know where they were all from. Then I realized that I was part of a national meeting. Wow!
Pickwick introduced me to a man not to far away form him.
"So I hear that there is no secret room in your headquarters?"
"No. There is no secret headquarters at the time."
"Okay. Then later I will send Mr. Smit to come and inspect the house."