Breaking the codes in the letters, and by discovering Carol's part in recording conversations in the café and passing them on to the enemy. Apparentl... there were hidden microphones under the three tables used by the MOD staff, and all conversations were recorded. Unfortunately some MOD staff did talk about their work among themselves, and inadvertently passed on vital intelligence to the enemy. Carol later admitted that she was an active member of the IRA, and came from Dundalk in the Republic. It's been raining so I have on a long trench coat-just got off of work and I'm wearing my best Italian suit. I can tell by the way you look at me that you like what you see. Suddenly the train pulls out of the station with a jolt-you are knocked slightly off balance-I reach under your jacket and around your waist to steady you pulling you close to me. I look into your eyes and without saying a word-I ask you if I should remove my arm-you give no indication that you want me to remove my arm. I thanked my brother for his help and I cried on his big shoulders while he held me tightly. Julie fed me another sleeping pill and I slept very well that night, no nightmares to haunt me. Friday Morning came and I woke up feeling better than I had since I got the news. Julie gave me the anti-depressants and another sedative just before the open house. One by one the other widows came in and paid their respects to me as I had done and a couple stayed for quite a while but most left soon. " And you were exposed, in full view." Pretty much, yea." And you didn't cover up when your little brother came in?" Not really, no." And why not, Simone?" I don't know, Monica! It just seemed like it was so natural. He had already seen me downstairs. It wasn't like this was now just the first time he had seen my breasts." Do you hear yourself? It wasn't the first time your thirteen year-old brother saw your tits. That's not normal, Honey. Anyway, when did he see them before that?" When I was.