She reached the street, and slipped the scarf off her head. As she tied it round her shoulders she slipped the envelope into the bodice of her dress. Under the fringe of scarf it wouldn’t be noticed—and it felt safe. There was no sign of Bob. But there was Anni. She had got rid of her parcels, and had been sitting in the little square of trees opposite the church. She had seen Frances; she was almost running across the street. Frances bit her lip. There were two storm troopers standing in front of the church steps. If she avoided Anni, their attention would be attracted. There wasn’t any time, anyway. The men had already noticed Anni’s haste and were watching her with casual interest.
Aaargh, ... the suspense! It's fab. :D