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
“An annoying interference to the objective you had in mind and most certainly would have achieved, I’ve no doubt.”
A flicker in the author’s eyes confirmed to Derrick that all the time in the world would not have achieved what he had in mind for Victoria Grayson. Beaumont Fournier had come to betray her for her rejection of him. “Yes, most annoying,” he said smoothly.
“Well then, Monsieur Fournier, it is most kind of you to be concerned for my welfare,” Derrick said. “You must tell me how I can express my gratitude.” He glanced at the wall clock. “But before you do, it is my habit to have a cup of coffee this time of morning. Perhaps you’d care to join me?” He nodded toward a sideboard. “There are fresh croissants, as well.”
“No croissants, s’il vous plaît, but I would very much appreciate a cup of coffee. I am recovering from…an arduous night.”
The colonel returned his visitor’s man-to-man smile. “But none too stressful to be enjoyed, I hope.” He punched a button on his desk. “Karl,” he said into the intercom, “bring us two cups of coffee, the kind we serve to special visitors.”
“Yes, Herr Colonel,” came the reply.
Ten minutes later, the author of Cathédrale de Silence lay sprawled in his chair awaiting disposal by the usual means. His eyes were staring and mouth gawping in horrified realization of his immediate death, and the duke was not disposed to close them. The author had died of cyanide poisoning.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
After giving Dirk Drechsler sufficient time to be off, Bucky headed for the metro that would deposit him within a few blocks of the site of the mural. He had delayed his departure until the sergeant had left the boardinghouse. Bucky had not wanted to risk the man foisting his company on him, or worse, following him. The traitor—a Texan, no less! There was no mistaking that accent—had taken a disturbing interest in him.
At first he’d thought the attraction had to do with his longing for a friend. The guy was pathetically lonely. If Bucky hadn’t despised him, he’d have felt sorry for him. His Nazi cohorts treated him like a stray dog cowering up to the back porch looking for handouts and wanted no part of him. Bucky had thought at first that the sergeant, desperate for companionship, had singled him out for no reason other than he needed a buddy, but he had given him no opening for friendship. It had been a strain to avoid him, but Bucky thought he’d successfully prevented any chance of the guy picking up a trace of behavior or speech that would betray him as a fellow American. Now, though, he wasn’t so sure.