Operation Amsterdam Page #3

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It's much too quiet.

What's that thing called?

How long since you were here, Major?

I'd almost forgotten they existed.

In Holland, you can't celebrate

Whitmonday without a pierement.

Even this Whitmonday.

Good luck!

- Do you want me to wait?

- Please.

Perhaps you better come inside.

We may be some time.

- It's not safe to leave the car.

- As you will.

You're sure it's all right

for you to stay with us?

It's all right.

It'll take my mind off other things.

If there's any trouble,

toot the horn. Promise?

- All right.

- Don't run away.

- Mijnheer Jan.

- Mientje, is my father inside?

Hello.

- Who is it?

- Hello, Father.

Jan!

Walter Keyser!

What are you doing here?

How did you get here?

Came on a British destroyer

to collect all the diamonds we can.

- We don't want the Germans to get them.

- Of course.

Father, this is Maj. Dillon.

He's in charge of the party.

This isn't just a British raid, sir.

We have the full approval

of the Dutch Legation in London.

This will help, but it will not be easy.

Are you willing to help us, Father?

- What else did you expect?

- What you just said.

Now, we must make plans.

Coffee for our guests, please.

Yes, sir.

Naturally, you will take all our remaining

stocks back to England with you.

But I can only speak for myself,

not for the other traders.

- Thank you.

- Everything all right?

I don't know.

That officer, he wants to know

what we are up to.

Do you think he's a German?

A fifth columnist?

How do I know?

Will you be much longer?

A little while,

we still have some shopping to do.

Remember...

toot the horn if there's any trouble.

Get hold of young Leyden,

and between you...

see that all our remaining stocks

are packeted and properly numbered.

Yes, sir.

The Germans mustn't get our stocks.

What we are doing is right for Holland,

as well as the firm.

I understand, sir.

It's worse for the young ones.

They don't know what to expect.

That'll be Schiphol.

- It must be the airport again.

- That's where Walter's mother lives.

Anna's getting nervous.

There's a Dutch officer

been asking her questions.

We ought to be making a move.

How will you contact the other merchants?

Today is a holiday.

It's possible some of them

may be at the club.

Do you think you could find room

in one of your safes for my cases?

I think so, Major.

May I, please?

It's my gas mask.

- We shan't be long. Don't leave the office.

- Yes, sir.

- What's the matter?

- The car's gone.

And the Lieutenant.

I hope Anna's not in any trouble.

I hope we're not in any trouble.

- I hope there's somebody inside.

- That's the Lieutenant's car.

Try it again.

It's Johan Smit. Open the door, hurry.

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