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
“Go!” the pilot commanded, and Bridgette quickly shoved back the canopy. Her foot felt for the yellow-painted step to better guide her down the ladder in the now cloud-shrouded moonlight, and she was suddenly on the ground as he threw the throttle into place for an immediate liftoff. “Good luck!” she heard him yell as the plane taxied for departure, and she was alone with her radio in an empty, silent field shrill with the sudden desertion of human life. She waited, motionless, and listened for a man-made stir, someone to claim her and take her to safety. Whoever the shadows were that had laid out the landing strip had disappeared into the deeper darkness of the forest beyond the field. If Gestapo, they would have made themselves known by now.
Bridgette turned toward a hedgerow of hawthorn in full pink bloom, surreal in the filtered glow of the moon, their blossoms looking like bodiless heads. Beyond it must lay a road, she conjectured, her guess confirmed when a car engine suddenly hummed to life and two quick bursts of a flashlight pierced the darkness. She walked cautiously toward the hedgerow and heard the soft opening of a vehicle door. Her heart in her mouth, she could have fainted from relief when she heard a female voice say in crisp French, “Mademoiselle Bernadette Dufor, I presume? Welcome to France.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY
Victoria—Veronique Colbert—was the first to arrive at the meeting place. It was Saturday, October 3. La Petite Madeleine was a narrow little book-and-tea establishment tucked away on a back street in the quiet and sleepy charm of Montparnasse, a residential district adjoining the Latin Quarter. Less prosperous than others of its kind located closer to the renowned tourist attractions of the Montparnasse Cemetery and the Paris Catacombs, the shop was not often visited by guidebook-carrying German soldiers. Equally unenticing were the shop’s watery tea and dry madeleines that food shortages had forced La Petite Madeleine to serve in lieu of its once delicious tisane tea, buttery pastries, and rich boursin sandwiches. The back room of an establishment of no distinction with instant egress to a maze of alleys and winding streets was an ideal meeting place for a group not wishing to be seen congregating around a café table in their own neighborhood.
The book section of the shop was located at the entrance. Patrons passed through it to reach the tearoom. Victoria had dressed with careful downplay of any detail about her person that might invite notice. In the six days she’d been in Paris, she had already attracted too much attention, a desired effect in L’Ecole d’Escrime Français, the most celebrated fencing academy in France. As calculated, from the first day of her employment as an instructor of foil, the young German military officers enrolled as students had swarmed about her, and now the docket under Mademoiselle Veronique Colbert was filled.