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
That night, Major General Konrad March was his usual gruff but hospitable self, betraying no hint that he might suspect that one of the young men he’d welcomed into his home was a spy. He had confiscated from a black marketeer a deluxe version of an American board game called Monopoly, new to him and his son. The fisherman and tutor grasped the point of the game right away, and they played as a foursome until eleven o’clock, when Hans escorted a sleepy Wilhelm to bed. His guests were on the point of departure when the telephone rang in the library. “Just a moment, gentlemen, and I will see you out,” Konrad, ever the punctilious host, instructed as he stepped from the room to answer the call. Brad tiptoed to the partially open door and cocked his ear.
“…And you have proof beyond a doubt that it was the major who betrayed our brave agents? A sad loss to us, Colonel. I was sure you could persuade him to talk,” Brad heard him say.
Brad quickly rejoined Chris in the vestibule before the general reappeared with a sagging face. “Bad news?” Chris asked.
“I am afraid so. I’ve just learned that one of our own is a traitor to our cause. He disclosed classified information to an enemy intelligence agency. Well, good evening, gentlemen. Thank you for coming.”
Outside beyond hearing range of the door, Brad spoke in a low timbre, coarse with guilt. “They tortured a poor guy into confessing that he gave the agents’ names to the Allies. They’ll probably execute him.”
“Which means we’re off the hook,” Chris said, “but God have mercy…” He looked away, mouth twisting as if he’d tasted something bitter. “I wonder what other sins we’ll have to live with and account for before this is all over.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Bucky waited out the week tense, as well, ready to leap out of his skin at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. It was now Monday, November 9, four days since he had left work early to drop a note in the tree at Passy-Auteuil asking for an urgent meeting. “In case of extreme emergency,” his father had said. The “emergency” was a chip it galled Bucky to squander. Bucky wanted to hold it in reserve for a true crisis, for which the saving of the likes of Dirk Drechsler did not qualify, but he couldn’t risk the traitor turning him over to the Abwehr. His other option was to depart the boardinghouse one fine morning and never go back, leave the sergeant to wait in vain for his evening return, but exfiltration wasn’t the answer, either. He still had to get his hands on those blueprints of the gun facility underway in the French Alps.