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Unexpected Admirer
The plane touched down gently on the airfield, led by small lanterns guided by invisible hands that were on land. The pilot turned around and made a sign, raising his thumb.
"Everything seems to be in order. Goodbye, Miss. And good luck" He said to Belle, as she descended the stairs to the lawn.
"Welcome," said a man who passed through her with hurried footsteps, going toward the stairs of the plane with a canvas bag. He threw the package into the aircraft and then locked the door and ran back to evaluate his new recruit.
The plane was already beginning the trip back. Belle looked at the aircraft with a strong feeling of envy, wishing she had the courage to run toward it, board and follow her heart back to England.
"Follow me," said the man who put the bag inside the plane. "And hurry up. I saw a German truck through here a few minutes ago. They must have heard the landing."
The agent and her guide ran across the field. It was a beautiful French night, the sky was clean and pleasant temperature, and when while she was running, Belle had a sense of familiarity amid the strangeness. France had filled the same as always: the warm, dry air with the scent of pine trees, so different from the moisture of the English countryside. She would recognize that smell anywhere. The country carried with him the memory of her beloved mother.
After some time, the guide opened the door of a wooden hut housed inside a dense forest. Inside, the floor was full of mats topped by blankets. There was also a gas lamp in the corner, which quickly the host ascended with a matchstick.
"We must stay inside until daybreak, when the curfew cease. Then I'll take you to the Vieux-Briollay station, which is about twenty minutes away by bike. Please, feel free. Take the costume aviation and hang in the corner. He'll stay with me," the man instructed. "I'll make some coffee in the meantime."
Belle got rid of costume and sat on the mat while the guide gave a glazed mug of coffee for her.
"My name is Leroy" announced the guide. "And I know you must be Rose, ma'am. In the name of France, I give you a warm welcome. I'm sure you will do very well, whatever is your mission. Many of your countrymen, especially in the Paris region, were arrested in the recent days. We're not sure what happened to them, but we believe that there must be a traitor infiltrated in the group to allow the Gestapo be able to recognize them so easily. I can only tell you not to trust anyone" Leroy stressed, repeating the same advice that Regina had given to her. "Now it's time to get some sleep while you still can. I'll stand guard and will warn you if necessary. Good night"
Belle fell asleep after a while, but woke up with Leroy shaking her body and saw that the light came through the small window of the cabin.
"Good morning, Rose" Leroy said. "Ready to go? Want some coffee?"
"Yes, thank you"
Belle sat in the doorway observing the sun, which was now above the trees and illuminated the ground.
"Well, Rose, I'll tell you what will happen next," Leroy said, handing her a cup of coffee and sat down beside her, reaching for a cigarette. "Well, I think you've been recently informed that the Gestapo arrested some of our best agents."
"Yes" Belle confirmed.
"We have not received any message from the radio operator, indicating that he too was arrested." Leroy crushed the cigarette with the sole of the shoe. "I received a notice three days ago, saying they were waiting for you and would find you at the Montparnasse train station. Don't know who will be waiting for you" Leroy added, ascending another cigarette quickly. "It's very dangerous for me to walk with you. You'll have to make the journey alone."
"I understand," Belle said, holding the mug tightly.
"As your codename is not in the files of the Gestapo, it is unlikely that you raise suspicion during the journey." He said "You will find your contact on the station platform just outside the tobacconist. You'll have to buy a pack of Gauloises and when you do, let them fall to the ground, as if it was an accident. Take cigarettes and ascend one with these matches," said Leroy, taking a box of matches from his pocket and handing it. "At this point, a man will approach you. He will take you to one of our hiding places."
"And if he does not appear?"
"It's a sign that something is wrong. You know Paris? "
"Yes"
"So you'll have no trouble finding this address." Leroy said, handing her a piece of paper. "Once there, ask for Charming"
Belle read the address, with some surprise.
"It's on Varenne Street. My family had some friends there."
"So your family probably was involved with high society. It is one of the most prosperous areas of Paris" Leroy said, raising an eyebrow. Belle knew her father would know more than half of the people who lived there.
"And... If Charming not be there," she asked. "Should I give up and have to take the back here?"
"Sister..." Leroy said, stepping hard on the remains of the cigarette. "If we reach that point, you'll have to use your head. Stay in a hostel and wait until Charming return. Well, now it's time to say goodbye. And remember: you mustn't circulate through the streets of Paris after the curfew. It is the most dangerous time of all."
Belle looked at the old bikes that they would use. "Who is this Charming?" Belle said while riding the bicycle, balancing precariously between the bag and the handlebar basket.
"By our rules, no one asks questions. But he is the person responsible for guide you in this mission. It will provide you with all the information and support you'll need."
The bike path to the station ran without any abnormality. The city did not seem different than Belle had met before the war. The only difference was the swastika flag unfurled over the city.
Leroy bought the Pass and handed her the ticket. She noticed the way that the eyes of Leroy repeatedly scoured the station platform.
"I must leave now. Goodbye, ma'am," he said, kissing her tenderly on both cheeks, as if she were a beloved relative. "Keep in touch" said, and lighting another cigarette, he walked casually toward the bike, leaving Belle alone at the station.
The train arrived punctually at eleven o'clock. Belle embarked, keeping her bag in the compartment that was above the banks. When the train left the station, Belle closed her eyes, hoping that the familiarity relaxing motion of the train to help calm her nerves. But each season, her eyes were opened to examine anyone who came into her wagon.
Finally, at five o'clock in the afternoon, her train arrived at Montparnasse station in Paris. Belle joined passengers on arrival and walked down the platform, preparing to pass the first guard post militia. She saw several of the passengers were asked to put their bags on a table and open them for inspection. Belle felt her heart slam fast, but none of the police even gave her a look.
Belle searched the tobacconist, to pass without being disturbed. The station was full of workers returning to their homes, and she finally saw the kiosk in the corner and went there. Following the instructions she had received, she bought a pack of Gauloises. When she get the change, she let the pack fall to the ground.
"Ah, but what the hell ..." she muttered, picking up her pack and pulling out a cigarette. She lit the casual way she could, with the matches that Leroy had given to her, while she looked around to see if anyone stood out from the crowd and came toward her.
Belle smoked the cigarette until the end, but nobody appeared. Deleting it with her toe, she looked at her watch and sighed, as if she were waiting for someone who had been delayed. Ten minutes later, pulled another cigarette from the pack, using the same matchbox. Again, smoked until the coals reach the filter.
After the third cigarette, Belle knew that no one would come to meet her.
"Perfect" she murmured to herself and left the station, for the first time walking the streets of Paris after the German occupation.
She had never felt so alone in this city of millions of people. And although she knew some people in Paris, relatives of her mother's family, any contact with them was strictly forbidden.
Wincing every time she heard the noise of the engine of a Nazi vehicle approaching, Belle headed to north and finally reached the Rue de Varenne, a broad boulevard with trees, flanked by graceful and elegant homes. Many of them were dark and silent, but the sight of the far address informed by Leroy, she saw that the house was occupied. Taking a deep breath, Belle crossed the road, climbed the steps to the front door and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, an elderly maid opened the door. Looking Belle up and down, she gave her an arrogant "Yes?".
"I'm here to talk to Charming" Belle whispered. "Please tell him that Leroy sends his regards," she added.
The attitude of the maid turned away. An alert expression formed on her wrinkled face.
"Please, ma'am, among discreetly, I'll call it" and opened the door for Belle.
While the maid disappeared through one of the doors of the hall, Belle admired the antique-style furniture and elegant curved staircase that framed the main portion of the hall. The occupants of this house came from a world of riches she knew well and where she felt comfortable.
A few seconds later, a tall man with light brown hair, appeared coming from one of the rooms, wearing a robe.
"Miss Chesneau? We did not expect you to come today!" He said, wrapping his arms in Belle. "I had given orders that only brought you here tomorrow"
"I came to the station and there was nobody there," replied scared.
The expression on his face made Belle stay alert.
"Go upstairs with Laura. Get some rest and we'll talk later. "
After being led by Laura to a sumptuous room upstairs, she was left alone while the housekeeper prepared her bath, Belle was sitting in an armchair.
Laura took her to the bathroom and she was delighted to briefly enter the hot water, after two days without wash herself. She allowed herself an ephemeral smile, reluctantly left the tub and walked quickly toward the bedroom which was granted.
Laura was sitting in the chair that was at the foot of the bed.
"James, who you met in the lobby, asked you to join him as soon as possible," she said, leaving Belle alone in the room.
As she descended the stairs, Belle thought if she should trust this man who sheltered her. She remembered the warning that Regina and Leroy gave her, that no one else was trustworthy. But he knew her name, so she was probably in the right place. Going to the location indicated by Laura, she knocked on the door down the hall and entered.
James was sitting in a comfortable leather armchair in front a fireplace, in a stately living room. He looked up from his newspaper when Belle came.
"Miss Chesneau, please sit" The man offered the chair in front of him, as he put some brandy in a bowl and offered it to Belle. "It's really a surprise that you're here. Mills had given specific orders that you should be brought to this house only tomorrow. You said that there was nobody at the station"
"Exactly ... Mr?"
"Forgive me. My name is James Bougton" he looked worried for Isabelle. "If there was no one there, probably the Gestapo came to him before. Let's hope he does not say anything about you. Do you know if anyone else saw or followed you here?" James said with eyes full of apprehension.
"I checked carefully and did not see anyone wearing a uniform that was nearby."
"All we can do is hope that you have not been noticed, because you're a new face on the scene. Perhaps they assumed that you were just a citizen".
"Mrs. Mills said that I was the only person she could send to Paris, because I would be a stranger and would not be in any list of the Gestapo." Belle said.
"And let's hope it stays that way. Luckily I didn't make personally contact with who should meet you at the station. There would have been nothing productive if I had done it."
"Sir?" Belle was struggling to understand what James meant.
"I see that Regina did not say anything about me to you" he looked at her with sympathy. "I have a reputation to maintain here, so to speak. During the last few years that I worked here in Paris, I managed to get a position of respect in the eyes of our enemies. While I pretend to support the Nazi cause, I can find many things that can help our side in this war. Consequently, I managed to find our friend Adrian Gold, known as Anton Carruthers" James looked warily for Belle. "I know how the lady must be tired, Miss Chesneau, but I'm afraid I'll have to give you all necessary information about Gold today."
"Certainly! The sooner I know who I'm dealing with, the better" she said.
"Great, Isabelle" James said, straightening up in his chair as if was about to tell a story. "As you may know, Gold became a member of the SOE logo after its founding in 1940. We have had many successes, since Gold was our top agent. In the same year, Gold was sent to a mission in France, when the Third Reich and the representatives of the French Republic have agreed the armistice of June 22. He was doing a magnificent job... until all happened. During a revolt of Revolutionaries, we had news that Gold was in the place and was gone. Several agents were assigned to look for him and some were even arrested and killed, but we had no success. After the disappearance of Gold, we began to have large losses of our agents. No one could escape. It was at this time that I was appointed to come to France, acting as a double agent, just like you. Eventually, I managed to win the trust of some of Germany's most important, with that I also had access to various information that saved many lives. I've been invited by the Nazis to attend dinners and meetings, as I passed the information they supposedly valuable. Unfortunately, the Germans began to discover information than I didn't spent for them, and I could not understand how. Until, in one of those dinners, I was introduced to the none other than Adrian Gold himself" James sipped the drink in his glass. "I could not believe it. As soon as I could, I immediately told to the SOE authorities that Adrian Gold was alive."
"And it is he who is passing the information about our agents to the Germans." Belle said.
"That's what I deduced" James confirmed.
"But why did you was not assigned to spy Gold? Why do you need me?"
"Because you're an unknown face. I cannot risk my position," he sighed worried. "The Gold's codenamed was Spinner. You must be very careful with him, because Gold still remains the best agent that SOE ever had".
Belle nodded, taking a sip of the drink. She knew from the beginning that this man, Adrian Gold, was someone she should treat with extreme caution.
"This is a thinking game, Miss Chesneau. Every action must be strictly planned."
"Yes, I understand" Belle agreed. "Leroy said I should contact London to spend my report as soon as possible," she added.
"That will not be necessary. I do work for the British government, and I know some people who are at the head of the intelligence service of our country, and I will exchange information." James stood up and asked her to accompany him. "For all intents and purposes, you are my second cousin. You came south to visit me. Now go rest. You have to be ready for tomorrow night" he opened the door to let Belle leave.
"What will happen tomorrow night, sir?" She asked.
"You will meet Adrian Gold. Good night, Miss Chesneau".
Belle awoke the next morning disoriented for a moment, watching the room where she was. Remembering the events of the previous day, she went back to bed. Dreamed the whole night with Gold and unfortunately, the light of the new day that entered the room not eased her thoughts about the man. Instead, she felt her heart slam and a strange sensation ran through her body. She was not scared, but apprehensive. Today would be her first and possibly only chance to begin her mission and be successful in it.
Laura accompanied her throughout the morning, passing some more details about James and his family. During the early afternoon, Belle had the opportunity to meet the wife of James, Mary Margaret.
Mrs. Bougton was a beautiful woman with black hair and fair skin like ivory. She had a natural elegance that was reflected in her movements and when she spoke. As Belle and James, she was also a SOE agent.
"My dear Isabelle, do not worry" Mary held the hands of Belle in her hands. "You'll be perfect tonight. Laura took some of my late mother dresses that will be splendid for you, although your beauty already do all the work alone. I'll leave you now in the care of Laura. I'll see you at night during dinner. Good luck"
Belle silently thanked the woman. Although the words of Mary Margaret were sincere, brought none of the comfort she needed. Every moment, as dusk began, her nervousness increased. Laura was doing an excellent job with her hair, holding only a few strands and letting the remaining hair hung in a cascade of curls. After applying her makeup, she helped Belle to wear the stunning navy blue dress that fell gracefully through her body. Diamonds that Laura had lent to her, adorned her ears and neck completed the disguise of Isabelle Chesneau. Twenty minutes later, Belle was in front of the door of the art room. She said a prayer, and thinking about what her mother had told her before she died, that she should be brave, Belle opened the door and entered.
"Isabelle"
Immediately, James walked away from the group that was in the room and kissed her tenderly on both cheeks.
"I see you're sufficiently recovered from the rigors of travel. You certainly look great" James said, admiring her.
"Yes I am" Belle replied, knowing that the eyes of other men were staring at her.
"Come, let me introduce you to my friends," James said, offering his arm to Belle. As they walked toward the men, she saw a wide range of uniforms that she had been trained to identify.
"Hans, let me introduce you to my dear cousin Isabelle Chesneau, who honors us with her gracious presence during her short stay in Paris. Isabelle let me introduce you to the Kommandant Hans Leidinger."
Hans Leidinger was the perfect blond Aryan man. He was dressed in what she knew to be the uniform of a ranking of the Abwehr, a German officer's military intelligence division.
"Fräulein Chesneau, I'm happy to meet another charming woman of James family"
"Colonel Alfred Von Gaston" James went to the next man who wore the uniform of the dreaded Gestapo.
Gaston was a man with light brown hair and muscular appearance. He admired her from top to bottom, without disguising his interest. Instead of complimenting Belle squeezing the hand she held out to him, Gaston took her hand to his mouth and kissed it. His eyes, a light brown tone, fixed on her for a moment, before saying in a perfect French:
"Fräulein Chesneau, where your cousin James was hiding you?"
The words, spoken so innocent, immediately triggered a wave of panic in Belle.
"Colonel Von Gaston ..." Belle did not know what to say to the German, but not needed, as another voice erupted behind her.
"Well Colonel, save the poor girl with your charm cheap" Although the man was speaking French, Belle could easily identify the Scottish accent in his voice. "You'll scare her this way."
Isabelle looked at the man and immediately recognized him. Adrian Gold had just join the group. He had brown hair that fell around his face, just like in the picture she had seen before. Unlike the others, he was not wearing any kind of uniform, but a full tuxedo, like James, but much more elegant. One hand was resting gracefully on a cane. But what caught Belle's attention were his eyes, were of a dark brown, but Belle could see some traces of a greenish tint and gold. Those eyes scanned her differently than Gaston had done. Gold looked at her with a different interest and much, much more dangerous, mysterious and ... Enchanting.
The smile that stamped the face of Gaston fell apart instantly. She could see the discomfort that Gold caused to him.
"Isabelle, this is Anton Carruthers" James told in her side. Gold greeted without displaying any expression of interest, although Belle could see that his eyes showed some interest in her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Chesneau." Gold said. "James never talked about mademoiselle"
"It must be because it's been a long time that I did not come to visit him." Belle said, quietly. "I live in the south and I think the trip to Paris rather arduous"
"Where in the south your family lives?"
But James was already presenting the next man, dressed in the SS uniform, the German State Police.
"Excuse me" Belle looked away from Gold and focused her attention on the Kommandant Schultz.
"See you soon, Fräulein Isabelle" She heard Gaston said softly.
James put a glass of champagne in her hand while Belle knew other German officers, who were next to a senior official of the French militia. She was subsequently presented to two other Frenchmen, a lawyer and university professor. With nerves on edge, Belle took a huge gulp of champagne and silently wished that James had the finesse to put her on a table next to the security of the presence of Mary Margaret.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please, let's go to the dining room," said James, leading them to the adjacent room.
Putting up quietly between the french teacher, Belle walked to the dining room. Laura indicated her place at the table. She sat down, relieved to see that the teacher was at her side and the lawyer on the other, standing behind the chair. Laura approached to the lawyer quickly as he started to sit. She whispered something in his ear and the Frenchman was immediately to the other side of the table. Suddenly, Belle realized that Alfred Von Gaston was sitting beside her.
"Fräulein Isabelle, I hope you do not feel offended by my having asked to sit next to you at dinner tonight," he said with a smile. "It's not often I have the opportunity to have a woman as beautiful as companion at the table. Now, we need more champagne. "
Gaston motioned to Laura, who approached quickly while Belle looked away from that man. She had hoped that Gold asked to sit beside her, but she was cheated. The smile on her lips fell apart when she left to look for the Colonel at his side, when, to her surprise, her eyes stopped at the man sitting in front of her. Gold watched her quietly, again a impassive expression on his face. Belle did not look away from him until Gold did, starting a conversation with Mary Margaret, who was sitting beside him.
"First, a toast" James raised his glass. "This dinner is being offered in honor of the thirty-second anniversary of our guest and friend, Alfred Von Gaston."
Everyone at the table raised their glasses.
"To you, Gaston."
"To Gaston" came the chorus of voices. Belle noted that Gold did not join the voices.
Gaston bowed exaggerated, almost comical.
"And our host, James Bougton and his lovely wife, by offering this party. And, apparently, he also gave me a birthday present unexpected" he said, glancing at Isabelle with the corner of his eye. "The Fräulein Isabelle, who came from the south to join us on this occasion"
Belle tried to keep her nerves under control as all eyes around the table turned to her attention, she could feel that Gold stared at her again. She could never imagine that her arrival in Paris would be celebrated with a toast by a group of Nazi officers and even less by Adrian Gold. She took a sip of champagne, knowing that should keep the head in place and did not drink anything else. She was relieved when Laura began serving the entry and the room's attention strayed from her.
Luckily for her, the professor on her left was a connoisseur of books, and so in the face of insistent attention she received from Gaston, she managed to make a true account related about her career as a librarian. The dialogue backed her disguise and she noticed the subtle expressions of approval that James gave her, while sailing through the questions Gaston did using her charm to divert her attention with smiles and stares. But, to her chagrin, she noticed that Gold had failed to pay attention to her, and throughout the dinner, he was immersed in his own thoughts, talking briefly with James.
"... The French Resistance is causing more problems every day." Belle heard Gaston start a conversation with James. "But yesterday we achieved a breakthrough on the British SOE" The man said proudly. The mention of SOE attracted the attention of Belle, and in the first time she really paid attention to what Gaston spoke.
"It's great news Gaston" James said.
"They think they are smarter than us, but no. I captured his agent yesterday, near the Montparnasse station. He was going to meet another agent who was coming to Paris" Gaston said. "Unfortunately we could not capture the other suspect"
"But I'm sure this will soon happen"
"Yes, and we managed to pull some information from the bastard. It's just them being threatened with a gun they speak about their greatest sins" Gaston insisted on speaking loud and clear for all to hear. "We have an English woman walking in the streets of Paris."
"SOE sent a woman?" The Kommandant Hans spoke with disdain.
"She is known as Rose. A rose that I'll wreck." Gaston took a sip of the drink, while the other officers look at him with gratified pride.
Belle shuddered to hear that the Gestapo knew there was a new agent in France. Luckily, the soldiers did not find her in the station. Yet, she was not worried that the Nazis know about her, but she was worried about Gold, who at that time was showing great interest in hearing what Gaston was saying. Now, more than ever, she should have twice as careful when planning her actions, because any misstep would result in her death.
"For your success in capturing this Rose, Gaston!" One of the officers toasted, followed by the others. Belle looked away from Gaston, again to her eyes fall in the penetrating eyes of Gold. He watched Belle with much more interest at that time and she could see the flash that went through the man's eyes.
At the end of the night, when the German officers were leaving, Gaston again kissed her hand.
"Fräulein, I thoroughly enjoyed your company tonight. I realized that you're not only beautiful, but also intelligent," he said with a nod that indicated his approval. "And I like smart women."
Belle felt her body stiffen with disgust at that man. Realizing that no sound would come out of her mouth, she just thanked him with a smile.
"I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again, and soon. Heil Hitler!"
Staring at her with bright brown eyes, Gaston followed the other men out of the house.
"I hope he doesn't make you leave Paris tonight" Gold spoke with his Scottish accent, stopping beside her.
"I think I can handle the accolades he does, although I must say that it will not be any pleasant," Belle said, looking at the man.
A brief smile formed on his lips, but that soon disappeared.
"How long you intend to stay in Paris, Miss Chesneau?"
"I decided not about" replied honestly.
"Isabelle will stay with us for as long as she want," said James, stopping beside her.
"So, I'm sure I'll see you again" Gold held Belle's hand and carried it to his mouth and kissed it. For Belle surprise, his lips touched her skin gently and as short as a breath of air, but that was enough to create a different feel to her. Belle felt her heart beat a little faster and the first time that night the smile that appeared on her lips was honest.
"Have a good night, Mademoiselle." Gold looked at James, wishing good night for him as well, leaving the house and entering the private car, while the driver closed the door for him. James closed and locked the front door, locking it with a bolt too.
Standing in the middle of the hall, after an excruciating experience, Belle felt all the energy in her body vanished. She felt her legs give out and staggered, but James was there to hold her, putting her a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Come, Isabelle" he said as he led her to the back of the house. "You must be exhausted. Let's take a brandy before retiring."
James motioned to Laura, who was waiting in the hallway.
"Bring a pan to the living room"
Belle was happy to be able to sit on the couch. She was so tired she came to feel catatonic. James watched her for a few moments while Laura brought a tray with a bottle of brandy and glasses. When her cup was full and Laura left the room, he stood in front of her.
"Congratulations, Isabelle. You were wonderful tonight" toasted James. She saw him smile for the first time with sincerity and his handsome face suddenly came to life.
"Thanks," she said. "But I found nothing about Gold" Belle felt weak and distressed.
"Tonight was just for you to know him. And it looks like you made a great impression, and not just for him. Looks like you won an admirer." Concluded James, suddenly assuming a serious expression. "Gaston is one of the few Nazis that I know here in Paris who comes from an aristocratic family. Alfred Von Gaston is one of the most cruel and mortal men among all who are commanding in Paris today. He is ruthless when he needs to expose traitors to the Nazi cause."
"I'm not afraid of what he might do to me, but to others."
"Do not underestimate him, Isabelle" James said. "He was delighted for you, though I'm sure that Gaston will not want to compete with Gold. Adrian does not diverted attention from you even a minute."
"Sir?" Belle did not understand what James meant by that. At all times the dinner she looked at Gold, he was immersed in his own thoughts without paying attention to what was happening around him.
"Gold is extremely cautious and discreet in his actions. He may not have looked at you like Gaston did throughout dinner, but no doubt he heard every word that came out of your mouth. "
Belle felt a shiver run through her body.
"You were perfect Belle" James said, offering his arm. "Let us gather?"
"Yes," Belle said, stifling a yawn as she stood up. The two walked side by side down the hallway and up the stairs to the top floor.
"Good night, Isabelle" James smiled.
"Good night, James."
After getting rid of the clothes and jewelry she wore, Belle lay in bed wide and comfortable. A wave of exhaustion befell her, and although her thoughts were in full swing, she slept deeply, plunging it into a dream again that certainly Adrian Gold would be present.
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