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 is sad, the fate of so many,” the captain said, his sympathy sounding genuine. “Who were the passersby with whom you were speaking English?”
Bridgette grabbed a few seconds to think. If the captain had to ask who they were, they were not in the room upstairs. Either that or they had not talked. Maybe they had managed to escape the dragnet. Or they could be here, and the captain was on a fishing expedition. Either way, she was cooked, and all she could do was stall the inevitable.
“I—I really don’t know their names. I just know they are German and French residents of the neighborhood and pass by the mural often. They admired it greatly. I…heard them speaking English, not very well, and I just thought they’d picked it up on their own, like me, and I could practice mine.”
The captain gave her a grandfatherly look of exasperation over the tops of his glasses. “Did you not realize, young woman, that in these times such a conversation overheard by the wrong people could get you into trouble, which apparently it did. These English-speaking residents—male or female?”
“Three men, one woman.”
“You know where they live?”
“No sir.”
The captain consulted the sheet again. “It is suspected that the mural is something other than a pretty painting. It is a means to communicate with the French Resistance.”
“Oh, no sir!” Bridgette said, waving her small, delicate hands in protest. “I assure you it is nothing of the sort. I—I am an artist, you see, and I—I just wanted a creative outlet, and the wall was there, and the mother superior said I could draw on it, and I thought the mural would offer a relief from the ugliness of war and—”
“Yes, yes, I quite understand,” the captain said, stopping her flow. “And it does at that, your mural. I’ve seen it.” He consulted the sheet again. “So you live in the convent?”
“Yes, Capitaine, the sisters were kind enough to rent me a room.”
“Ah,” said the captain. “I am familiar with the place as well. Quite a sturdy structure. Thick walls.” Suddenly his eyes behind his spectacles sharpened, all traces of grandfatherly geniality vanished. “Well, Mademoiselle Bernadette Dufor, I will be ordering your room at the convent searched for anything of a clandestine nature. My men are not likely to find anything of that sort, are they?”
Bridgette’s breathing stopped. She must give nothing away of her panic. “Of course not, Capitaine.”
“Good.” He summoned the desk guard outside his office. “Take mademoiselle back to her chair in the hall until I call for her.” To Bridgette he said, “You will remain there until your story is confirmed, and then we will see about letting you go.”
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