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Sarah was dying with embarrassment. She was almost beginning to wonder whether being the only girl in the Clover Club was such a good idea after all. Tom, Graham and Rodge had taken it into their heads to pretend that a harmless German tourist was a wartime spy and there they all were, despite Sarah’s protests, tracking him along country lanes on their bikes and watching his every movement. Because (as Tom had said) the Clover Club existed to have adventures and if there weren’t any real ones about then you had to make do with pretend ones. And (as Tom had also said) real adventures aren’t easy to find. They don’t just fall out of the sky. But maybe Tom was wrong. Herr Becker wasn’t a warmtime spy, of course. But neither was he simply an ordinary tourist. He was something different again. And he was to lead them into a very surprising and exciting adventure indeed…