Chapters (117)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Cast of Characters
- CHAPTER ONE
- The Recruits
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- The Missions
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- The Game
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- HOME
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
- CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
- CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Reading Group Guide
- Discussion Questions
- A Conversation with Leila Meacham
- ALSO BY LEILA MEACHAM
“Go with Hans, Sohn,” the general said. “I’ll be in shortly.”
“Auf wiedersehen, Herr Wagner,” Wilhelm said, waving a small hand rather than giving the Nazi salute.
“Auf wiedersehen, Wilhelm,” Brad responded.
As they walked away, the general said, “I’d like to give your touring company a try. Make a reservation for me next Saturday, will you? As early in the day as possible with hope you will consent to be my guide. The name is Major General Konrad March, chief of the German intelligence agency in France.” He added with a rueful lift of his lip at Brad’s pretended look of surprise, “I am aware that Captain Allard most often has a full tour roster, but perhaps that title will carry enough weight to secure a spot on his reservation list.”
“I’m sure it will, Herr Major General,” Brad said.
“Good. Now show me some of your flies, if you please.”
“Of course,” Barnard Wagner said, inviting the general to step through the hedge to his tackle box, and thought: Fly into my mouth, said the dragonfly to the moth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Jules Garnier had made arrangements for Chris to be admitted that Sunday morning into the wing of the Sorbonne allocated for the sons of the Nazi and Vichy elite. Nazi flags and posters showing Hitler’s picture and stating the objectives of the curriculum were hung as Jules had described, further increasing the atmosphere of evil Chris felt the moment he unlocked the door and walked into the chill of a school closed on a cold fall weekend. Physical education instructor Claus Bauer had wanted to acquaint himself with its sports equipment and facilities and to organize his office before meeting his classes the next day. The required reading texts, lesson plans, class roster, and desk materials that Jules had promised would be waiting for him were on his desk. He found that his office was no more than a partitioned area situated between two others obviously thrown together to accommodate additional staff. The makeshift units were windowless and the walls paper-thin. No privacy, then, and no handy exit. Chris sighed.
He had been at his desk an hour when a man filled the open door of his cubicle. “You must be the new math and field sports instructor,” he said.
“I am,” Chris responded, rising, and held out his right hand. “Claus Bauer. And you must be?” He did not have to ask the man’s name. He fit the description Jules Garnier had given: shaved head, small, merciless eyes, thick, brutish body inevitably doomed to flab in time.