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
He opened the salle door and steered her outside. “I didn’t know for sure of your sad discovery until you just confirmed it. So why would I wish to arrest a woman who came to the country of her enemy only to search in vain for the man she loved? Do you think me that much of a fiend?”
He paused, brow raised, to await Victoria’s answer. When she remained silent, he sighed disappointedly. “I can only extend my condolences to such a woman and envy the man who had earned such courage and devotion. Now shall we?” He indicated the door that Karl held open to the back seat of the staff car. Victoria slipped in and the colonel settled beside her. In the whirling reel of her emotions was the relief that for the moment, she and her cover were safe. She could assume that the colonel’s dig into her personal life had missed her undergraduate studies in German and the detail of her sabbatical from G. P. Putnam’s Sons in New York—information that in any intelligence organization in the world would have raised a red flag. So for the time being, she was unsuspected of being a spy. The Nazis shot spies. They did not send them off to concentration facilities or labor camps; they lined them up against a wall and shot them. Victoria forced back a surge of hysterical laughter over the irony of it. Ralph’s failed flight over Paris had saved her mission, and his death, her life from the firing squad.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Sundays, Achim Fleischer took a break from his guard duty, but on Saturdays he stayed until the Jewish curfew, when he was relieved by the presence of German patrols in the area. Bridgette was therefore surprised when she returned to the convent Saturday after the meeting at La Petite Madeleine and did not find him at his post, nor was he there this Monday morning of November 2 as she set off for La Maison de Boucher. The day had broken foggy and rain was forecast, but, like the American mailman, Achim Fleischer had so far allowed neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night to stay him from his appointed rounds. Had he become ill?
With a nick of concern, Bridgette looked up and down the street for a glimpse of his rain gear, the white cap and cape worn by municipal policemen, but the Rue des Soeurs de Charité offered no sign of him. Bridgette stood a moment in the thick fog and silence. His absence was unsettling. The street seemed eerily empty without him. He had become a fixed feature of her morning. When no one was about who raised suspicions of imminent mischief, he would walk with her to the corner and see her off to the metro with a wish that she enjoy her day.