Jackdaws

Paul asked Flick to step outside for a moment. He had held back the all-important special passes that would enable the women to enter the château as cleaners. If a Jackdaw were to be captured by the Gestapo, this pass would betray the true purpose of the mission. For safety, he gave all the passes to Flick, to be distributed at the last minute.

Then he kissed her. She kissed him back with desperate passion, clutching his body to hers, shamelessly thrusting her tongue into his mouth until she had to gasp for breath.

“Don’t get killed,” he said into her ear.

They were interrupted by a discreet cough. Flick smelled Percy’s pipe. She broke the clinch.

Percy said to Paul, “The pilot is waiting for a word with you.”

Paul nodded and moved away.

“Make sure he understands that Flick is the officer in command,” Percy called after him.

“Sure,” Paul replied.

Percy looked grim, and Flick had a bad feeling. “What’s wrong?” she said.

He took a sheet of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. “A motorcycle courier from London brought this from SOE headquarters just before we left the house. It came in from Brian Standish last night.” He sucked anxiously on his pipe and blew out clouds of smoke.

Flick looked at the sheet of paper in the evening sunlight. It was a decrypt. Its contents hit her like a punch in the stomach. She looked up, dismayed. “Brian has been in the hands of the Gestapo!”

“Only for a few seconds.”

“So this claims.”

“Any reason to think otherwise?”

“Ah, fuck it,” she said loudly. A passing airman looked up sharply, surprised to hear a woman’s voice utter such words. Flick crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground.

Percy bent down, picked it up, and smoothed out the creases. “Let’s try to stay calm and think clearly.”

Flick took a deep breath. “We have a rule,” she said insistently. “Any agent who is captured by the enemy, whatever the circumstances, must immediately be returned to London for debriefing.”

“Then you’ll have no wireless operator.”

“I can manage without one. And what about this Charenton?”

“I suppose it’s natural that Mademoiselle Lemas might have recruited someone to help her.”

“All recruits are supposed to be vetted by London.”

“You know that rule has never been followed.”

“At a minimum they should be approved by the local commander.”

“Well, he has been now-Michel is satisfied that Charenton is trustworthy. And Charenton saved Brian from the Gestapo. That whole scene in the cathedral can’t have been deliberately staged, can it?”

“Perhaps it never took place at all, and this message comes straight from Gestapo headquarters.”

“But it has all the right security codes. Anyway, they wouldn’t invent a story about his being captured and then released. They’d know that would arouse our suspicions. They would just say he had arrived safely.”

“You’re right, but still I don’t like it.”

“No, nor do I,” he said, surprising her. “But I don’t know what to do.”

She sighed. “We have to take the risk. There’s no time for precautions. If we don’t disable the telephone exchange in the next three days it will be too late. We have to go anyway.”

Percy nodded. Flick saw that there were tears in his eyes. He put his pipe in his mouth and took it out again. “Good girl,” he said, his voice reduced to a whisper. “Good girl.”

THE SEVENTH DAY Saturday, June 3, 1944

CHAPTER 30

SOE HAD NO planes of its own. It had to borrow them from the RAF, which was like pulling teeth. In 1941, the air force had reluctantly handed over two Lysanders, too slow and heavy for their intended role in battlefield support but ideal for clandestine landings in enemy territory. Later, under pressure from Churchill, two squadrons of obsolete bombers were assigned to SOE, although the head of Bomber Command, Arthur Hams, never stopped scheming to get them back. By the spring of 1944, when dozens of agents were flown into France in preparation for the invasion, SOE had the use of thirty-six aircraft.

The plane the Jackdaws boarded was an American-made twin-engined Hudson light bomber, manufactured in 1939 and since made obsolete by the four-engined Lancaster heavy bomber. A Hudson came with two machine guns in the nose, and the RAF added a rear turret with two more. At the back of the passenger cabin was a slide like a water chute, down which the parachutists would glide into space. There were no seats inside, and the six women and their dispatcher lay down on the metal floor. They were cold and uncomfortable and scared, but Jelly got a fit of the giggles, which cheered them all up.

They shared the cabin with a dozen metal containers, each as tall as a man and equipped with a parachute harness, all containing-Flick presumed-guns and ammunition to enable some other Resistance circuit to run interference behind German lines during the invasion.

After dropping the Jackdaws at Chatelle, the Hudson would fly on to another destination before turning around and heading back to Tempsford.