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
The director emitted another testy sigh. “I had hoped that Herr Garnier had fully briefed you on the rest of what we do here, but since he did not do his job, you will have to figure it out on your own, and immediately. Remember that you are on trial here, Herr Bauer. Your position is in no way secure. I have very strict expectations from members of my department. One deviation from them, and you will be on your way to the Russian front, from which you have been exempted because of your appointment here, I understand. I can assure you that the Wehrmacht will have no issue with your infirmity. Have I made myself clear?”
“Most abundantly, but have no fear, Herr Mueller. I will not disappoint you,” Chris said cheerfully.
“Oh, I have no fear, Herr Bauer. Fear should be your concern. Now I will leave you to go and enjoy what is left of my Sunday.” Louis stuck out a stiff arm. “Heil Hitler!”
Chris stood and repeated the salute. “Heil Hitler!”
The director drew back from the proximity of Chris’s missing thumb, and said, “Make sure to lock up when you leave and remember to be on time in the morning.”
“Jawohl, Herr Mueller!”
Chris heard the heavy tread of the director’s footsteps heading for the exit and a minute later the slam of the outer door. Louis Mueller had made a special trip to the school this frosty Sunday morning to deliver his warning. Chris now knew exactly who he was dealing with—no surprise there. The surprise would be for the loathsome Herr Louis Mueller when he learned exactly who he was dealing with in Herr Claus Bauer.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
At six o’clock that same Sunday morning, his landlady’s soft knock on his door roused Bucky from a deep sleep that not even the loud and incessant ringing of the steeple bells from the church on the corner had pierced. He had fallen into bed at two, fully clothed, craving sleep after having spent much of the night in his landlady’s parlor playing the French card game Barbu. Bucky had joined the game with his fellow French boarders to divert the unanswered questions thrashing about in his head after Madame Dupree handed him a note upon his return from La Petite Madeleine. “I have spoken with Uncle Emille about a visit,” Aunt Claire had written. “Come for tea at four o’clock next Sunday.”
Bucky had read the note in a state of shock. Holy Moses! Aunt Claire had made contact with his father! He wanted to see him! “Who brought the note, Madame Dupree?” he had asked.
“An elderly gentleman. He arrived on a bicycle.”
His aunt’s old butler, Bucky guessed. He had suddenly felt giddy. After all these years, he was finally to meet his father!
“Are you all right, Monsieur Beaulieu?”