Chris turned the page to read a list of approved methods to “correct” a student’s failure to live up to the physical expectations decreed by Adolf Hitler. The methods were no less than torture. To prevent telltale bruising, some of the acceptable measures suggested were water dunking, beatings with cotton sacks filled with potatoes, and requiring a student to stand on his toes with his arms outstretched for an unendurable length of time.

“I’m sure these forms of persuasion for the boys to strive harder are most effective,” Chris commented approvingly, “but I see here that these boys are the sons of high-ranking Vichy officials and German officers. Aren’t you afraid of repercussions from their fathers for the harsh treatment of their children?” Chris could not resist referring to the students’ age. “This boy, Wilhelm March, for instance”—he pointed to the name—“is the only child of the chief of the Abwehr in France. I would think the general would not look favorably upon what he might consider abuse to his son.”

Louis Mueller snorted. “You are to have no fear of the consequences for doing your job. The boys know not to carry tales to their fathers. They know what will happen to them if they do.”

“The boys or their fathers?”

“The boys, but the fathers, as well.”

“And that is?”

“Any interference from the fathers and they will be reported to Berlin as unsupportive of the Führer’s mandated curriculum whose disciplines are designed to form their sons into ideal German males. That would not be good for their careers, and the boys know it. In trouble at school, in trouble at home.”

“Yes, of course, and there is also the boy’s affection and respect for his father that would prevent him from saying anything about his mistreatment that would jeopardize the man’s career,” Chris said smoothly, his expression full of understanding.

The director blinked as if Chris had spoken in a foreign language. “Well, yes, I suppose there is that benefit as well, so you needn’t worry about any complaint of…mishandling.”

“That is good to know. I am most relieved.”

Louis Mueller continued to eye his new physical education instructor warily. Chris returned a benign gaze. “Any other information of which I should be apprised?” he asked.