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
The captain had heard of a nun joining the partisans, reputed to be a crack shot. “How could they force you to permit them to use your room?”
“They…threatened to kill me and the mother superior. When I refused, they pushed a French policeman, known in the neighborhood as the guardian of the wall and protector of the mural—the sweetest man who ever lived—into the path of an oncoming train as proof they meant what they said.”
The captain had read of the policeman’s death in the papers. Shocking.
“And how would they have gained access to your room without being noticed?”
“They entered by the fire escape when I was at the fashion house. I…was to leave the attic window unlatched and my door unlocked.”
“What about their names? What did they look like?”
“I do not know, but I would recognize them again, that’s for sure.”
The captain made a note. “Did you ever learn their call signal?”
“The what?”
“Never mind. Did anybody else in the convent know what was going on?”
“No, Capitaine, no one.” Her voice had faltered to a frightened whisper.
The captain believed her. Every point of her story bore out as the truth. He should have her arrested for her cooperation with the Resistance, but the girl had had no choice. She was clearly innocent of covert activity. “Very well, Mademoiselle Dufor,” he said, riffling some papers to appear official, “ I see no reason to detain you longer—”
Suddenly the door burst open, and the German SS commandant of the Drancy internment camp, accompanied by a woman and several other SS men, filed into the room. Behind them, the captain’s desk clerk lifted his shoulders and spread his hands in frightened apology for the break-in.
The captain leaped to his feet. “May I help you, Herr Commandant?”
“That’s her,” the woman said, pointing at Bridgette. “That’s my designer.”
“She is coming with us, Capitaine. Madame Richter has need of her services,” her husband ordered.
The captain would not have dreamed of protesting. Besides outranking him, the commandant was a member of the SS. The French captain acquiesced gracefully and quickly, glad to be rid of the problem of Mademoiselle Bernadette Dufor. “She’s all yours, Herr Commandant,” he said.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
Saturday, June 10, 1944. Madame Gabrielle Dupree took her derringer from its hiding place under a floorboard and slipped it into her apron pocket. If it was discovered on her, she would claim that it was for self-defense against the growing unrest in the streets now that the Allied invasion was underway. People’s houses were being broken into with impunity since domestic burglaries were not high on the response list of the French police.