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 colonel spun the wheel and a flame shot up. The cigarette lighted, he inhaled, then inspected the lighter. The stainless steel case was German manufactured but the inner workings were American made. “German?” he asked Brad.
Was he asking his nationality or manufacturer of the lighter? Panic rising, Brad said, “Ja,” and offered nothing more. In his ear he could hear Major Renault’s voice: Never volunteer information your interrogator has not asked for.
“Shall I buy it from you, freund, say for…thirty francs?”
Friend, he’d called him. Brad stared the regiment leader straight in the eye. He calculated that an abject appeal would not move this man. “It was a present from my grandfather,” he said in a firm voice that made clear the lighter had great sentimental value to him. “It’s not for sale at any price.”
The junior officers looked at their superior to assess what he made of this seaman’s brazen refusal of his offer. The colonel reflected upon Brad for a moment, then handed back the lighter. “Then of course you must not sell it,” he said. He clicked his heels together and thrust out his arm in the Nazi salute. “Heil Hitler!”
Brad repeated the gesture. “Heil Hitler!”
“Auf wiedersehen, Seemann.”
“Auf wiedersehen, Standartenführer,” Brad said. Until we meet again. God, he hoped not. He turned at the next corner and leaned trembling against a shop wall, thankful to the OSS designer for the meticulous deception of the camera as a functioning lighter. A close one, that. From now on Barnard Wagner would carry matches.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
For Chris, known in Paris as Claus Bauer, the Saturday meeting at La Petite Madeleine was the second of the day. That morning, he had met with his contact, a school administrator who held the position of directeur du personnel at the Sorbonne, France’s most prestigious university. Come Monday, Chris would assume his cover as a physical education instructor there. Having agreed with his contact that it was wisest to meet openly to avoid suspicion, he had shown up ahead of time at the appointed place, a favorite hangout of the university staff. Before sitting down, he had peered with a newcomer’s curiosity at the display of artwork, posters, letters, cards, and other memorabilia of the Sorbonne’s famous and illustrious alumni tacked to the tobacco-hennaed walls. In reality, his interest was an excuse to check for quick exits and to be on his feet should the man show up with company. He was then to excuse himself to go to the toilettes, where he would make a fast exit through the back door. Jules knows to come alone. If someone’s with him, assume he’s Gestapo, the major had told him.