Percy shook his head sadly. “This is no time for postponements. The invasion can’t be more than a few days away. If you had consulted us, I doubt it would have made any difference. What could we do? We couldn’t send you more men. I think we would have ordered you to go ahead regardless. It had to be tried. The telephone exchange is too important.”
“Well, that’s some consolation.” Flick was glad she did not have to believe Albert had died because she had made a tactical error. But that would not bring him back.
“And Michel is all right?” Percy said.
“Mortified, but recovering.” When SOE had recruited Flick, she had not told them her husband was in the Resistance. If they had known, they might have steered her toward different work. But she had not really known it herself, though she had guessed. In May 1940 she had been in England, visiting her mother, and Michel had been in the army, like most able-bodied young Frenchmen, so the fall of France had left them stranded in different countries. By the time she returned as a secret agent, and learned for certain what role her husband was playing, too much training had been invested in her, and she was already too useful to SOE, for her to be fired on account of hypothetical emotional distractions.
“Everyone hates a bullet in the backside,” Percy mused. “People think you must have been running away.” He stood up. “Well, you’d better go home and get some sleep.”
“Not yet,” Flick said. “First I want to know what we’re going to do next.”
“I’m going to write this report- “No I mean about the telephone exchange. If it s so important, we have to knock it out.”
He sat down again and looked at her shrewdly. “What have you got in mind?”
She took Antoinette’s pass out of her bag and threw it on his desk. “Here’s a better way to get inside. That’s used by the cleaners who go in every night at seven o’clock.”
Percy picked up the pass and scrutinized it. “Clever girl,” he said with something like admiration in his voice. “Go on.”
“I want to go back.”
A look of pain passed briefly over Percy’s face, and Flick knew he was dreading her risking her life again. But he said nothing.
“This time I’ll take a full team with me,” she went on. “Each of them will have a pass like that. We’ll substitute for the cleaners in order to get into the chƒteau.”
“I take it the cleaners are women?”
“Yes. I’d need an all-female team.”
He nodded. “Not many people around here will object to that-you girls have proved yourselves. But where would you find the women? Virtually all our trained people are over there already.”
“Get approval for my plan, and I’ll find the women. I’ll take SOE rejects, people who failed the training course, anybody. We must have a file of people who have dropped out for one reason or another.”
“Yes-because they were physically unfit, or couldn’t keep their mouths shut, or enjoyed violence too much, or lost their nerve in parachute training and refused to jump out of the plane.”
“It doesn’t matter if they’re second-raters,” Flick argued earnestly. “I can deal with that.” At the back of her mind, a voice said Can you, really? But she ignored it.
“If the invasion fails, we’ve lost Europe. We won’t try again for years. This is the turning point, we have to throw everything at the enemy.”
“You couldn’t use French women who are already there, Resistance fighters?”
Flick had already considered and rejected that idea. “If I had a few weeks, I might put together a team from women in half a dozen different Resistance circuits, but it would take too long to find them and get them to Reims.”
“It might still be possible.”
“And then we have to have a forged pass with a photo for each woman. That’s hard to arrange over there. Here, we can do it in a day or two.”
“It’s not that easy.” Percy held Antoinette’s pass up to the light of a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. “But you’re right, our people do work miracles in that department.” He put it down. “All right. It has to be SOE rejects, then.”