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underground. Here, from underground, is Walter Sisulu to speak<br />
to you.<br />
Sisulu then takes over from the announcer:<br />
Sons and daughters of Africa! I speak to you from somewhere in<br />
South Africa. I have not left the country. I do not plan to<br />
leave. Many of our leaders of the African National Congress have<br />
gone underground. This is to keep the organisation in action; to<br />
preserve the leadership; to keep the freedom fight going. The<br />
struggle must never waver. We of the African National Congress<br />
will lead with new methods of struggle. The African people know<br />
that their unity is vital. In the face of violence, many<br />
strugglers for freedom have had to meet violence with violence.<br />
How can it be otherwise in South Africa?<br />
SAPA handed this document over to the police, who now possessed proof that Walter Sisulu had<br />
not left the country. He was lying low somewhere within the boundaries of the Republic but where?<br />
"Find Sisulu!" The order was relayed to every police station throughout the length and breadth of<br />
the land. "Find Sisulu! He is somewhere in the Republic."<br />
But the Republic is a vast country...<br />
The telephone on the desk shrilled. Lieutenant van Wyk glanced up from the file, marked 'top<br />
secret', in which he had been frowningly engrossed, and picked up the receiver.<br />
"Security Branch. Van Wyk speaking."<br />
"Hullo, Lieutenant." Van Wyk recognised the voice. It belonged to a man whom he knew well.<br />
"Yes?"<br />
"Could you come over here at once, Lieutenant? There's a man here who insists that he wants to<br />
speak to someone from Security. He says it's important."<br />
Van Wyk considered. He knew the speaker well enough to know that he was no false alarmist and<br />
not one to be readily taken in by a hoax.<br />
"Very well. I'll come right away."<br />
A few minutes later the detective's car stopped in front of a building in another part of the city. The<br />
man who had telephoned was waiting for him. "This way, Lieutenant."<br />
Van Wyk looked keenly at the man who professed to possess vital information.<br />
"You have something to tell me?" he asked briefly. "Well?"<br />
"I know where Walter Sisulu is."<br />
"You do?"<br />
"Yes," replied the man coolly. "I also know where the headquarters of the ANC and the<br />
Communist Party are."<br />
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