Are you will want to take a dangerous mission behind the enemy lines,

knowing you may never return alive? What you have just heard is the question asked during the war to agents of the OSS.

Ordinary citizens who do this question answered yes this is cloak and dagger. Black War. Black Warfare, Espionage International Intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS.

Tonight's story, seeds of doubt, concerning an OSS agent who tracked down Nazis in American uniforms,

is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services, a story that can now be told.

I'm glad I wasn't there once at last got my message. If I had been I might have called the whole deal off. Found some other way to carry out my mission. What I did was pretty brutal. I know just how it must have been. I gave the note to

the Baker's delivery boy, Henri. He must have driven the dilapidated old truck through those

majestic iron gates of the chateau Breton 12 miles south of Paris. Circle the huge house and

come to a stop at the servant's entrance.

And perhaps it was Miriel herself.

It's a less personal maid who answered the door.

Poor mademoiselle.

Oh, mercy, monsieur.

Huh?

Mercy, madame.

And then Maryle began that long climb up to Celeste roof.

Three flights of marble stairs and then down the carpeted corridor to the fourth door on the right-hand side.

M.

M. Sele? Cel?

Mre a Maria.

Celeste was probably reading.

She always was in those days.

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