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
But Wild Bill Donovan’s deputy would make one alteration to his boss’s order. He would go ahead and arrange for a couple of Lysanders to be fueled up and ready to extract his operatives from Paris once Henri gave him the green light for takeoff.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
That evening at eight o’clock on the dot, Bridgette faithfully withdrew her suitcase radio from a spacious recess hidden behind a panel concealed by an armoire in her attic room. The space had been built during the French Revolution to hide aristocrats on the run from the guillotine. She waited with no expectation that the wireless instrument, volume turned low, would speak to her. It seldom had, and then only briefly, in all the nights she’d sat before the box with pen and paper in hand. When she sent transmissions, the response was merely Copy that. Great work.
But this evening, the long and short sounds of dit and dah cracked the silence. Bridgette wrote hurriedly, for the transmission was brief. The decrypted message read: D meet 1600/31. Further transcribed, the text ordered Dragonfly to gather at four o’clock the following day, Saturday, October 31, at the tea and book shop. Bridgette stared at the summons in alarm. It meant that an emergency had flared up.
Bridgette tapped a reply: Copy that. Awaiting further instructions. An answer came back after several anxious minutes, as if the major was considering a reply: Nothing more.
She had no idea what times her teammates checked the wall during the weekdays or weekends. Her working hours were long. She was required to report to La Maison de Boucher by eight and did not return to the convent until six, and weekends her appearances to paint were irregular. So far no member of the team had left a code mark on their symbols, nor had she been called upon to leave messages for them. She had not seen a dragonfly since the operation began. Their intel appeared on the other side of the door of the mail drop as if deposited by ghosts. Bridgette guessed they melted in with the increased foot traffic taking the Rue des Soeurs de Charité on their way to and from work. Achim had spoken of no one suspicious, and Bridgette was sure that he would have bragged of accosting someone he even slightly suspected of mischief.
So, tomorrow, a few minutes prior to the lift of the morning curfew, she would slip down to the mural before Achim Fleischer planted himself before the wall. He had told her proudly that he planned to stand his watch earlier than usual on Saturday mornings, when he calculated vandals would be most likely to strike between shifts of the German street patrols.