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
Time passed quickly after all. Students and parents passed through the reception room and stopped to chat, and the desk crew invited her to eat her sack lunch with them in the anteroom behind the reception counter. By nine o’clock she was bored with her book and tired of her chair and decided to walk across campus to mail Steve’s letter. A breeze had risen, fanning her face and discouraging the mosquitoes, and she found herself enjoying the walk before she returned to Columbia Hall to bathe in the floor bathroom she’d have all to herself tonight.
Bridgette had just left the campus post office when she glanced toward Walter Hall and saw a light briefly flare in the first-floor window of the fashion design department. She stared, thinking she may have imagined the flash, but there it appeared again, the brief beam of a flashlight. It had come from the room holding the exhibits. Startled, alarmed, curious, Bridgette ran toward the entrance of the building and let herself into the front door of Walter Hall quietly, her heart knocking. Someone unauthorized was in the exhibit room; otherwise, why not turn on the lights?
Without thinking beyond the numbing fear that the exhibits were in danger, Bridgette marched to the closed door of the design room and flung it open. She flipped on the blinding overhead fluorescents, and her mouth fell open. The dress stands stood denuded of their muslin shrouds and beautiful gowns, and standing in the mounds of shredded shantung, crepe, foulard, organza, tulle, and scarlet jersey, scissors in hand, stood Gladys Bradbury.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chris / Lapwing
New Braunfels, Texas
So what do you hear from Dirk?” Chris Brandt asked his friend’s father, Ernst Drechsler. The man appeared ten years older since a year ago when Chris had stood at the same bar in the banquet hall of the biergarten and asked his one-time best friend if he was really serious about his decision to go to Germany to join the Nazi Party.
Dirk had raised his beer stein to his lips and regarded Chris over its brimming foam with the stare he believed members of the Abwehr assumed when interrogating prisoners. The Abwehr was the intelligence agency of the German Army, which he planned to join when he returned to “the Fatherland and the Third Reich,” as he boasted to all and sundry. All and sundry in New Braunfels, Texas, had been happy to see him go, and those who still had affection for the Drechslers had gathered in the large banquet room of the Frieldholm Biergarten at the end of May 1941 for a combination send-off and graduation party since Dirk, after a struggle academically, had managed to eke out a bachelor’s degree from Texas Lutheran College.
“You’ll regret not throwing in your lot with us as well, Christoph, when our mother country rules the world,” Dirk had told his friend.