The man looked surly, but he said, "I'll take you to his office."

The stationmaster was dressed in a black jacket and waistcoat with striped trousers, an elegant old-fashioned uniform, worn thin at the elbows and knees. He kept his bowler hat on even in his office. He was frightened by this visit from a high-powered German. "What can I do for you?" he said with a nervous smile.

"Are you expecting a train from Paris with prisoners tonight?"

"Yes, at eight o'clock, as usual."

"When it comes, hold it here until you hear from me. I have a special prisoner I want to board."

"Very good. If I could have written authorization..

"Of course. I will arrange it. Do you do anything with the prisoners while the train is here?"

"Sometimes we hose out the cars. Cattle trucks are used, you see, so there are no lavatory facilities, and frankly it becomes extremely unpleasant, without wishing to criticize-"

"Do not clean the trucks tonight, you understand?"

"Of course."

"Do you do anything else?"

The man hesitated. "Not really."

He was guilty about something, Dieter could tell. "Come on, man, out with it, I'm not going to punish you."

"Sometimes the railway men take pity on the prisoners, and give them water. It's not allowed, strictly speaking, but-"

"No water will be given tonight."

"Understood."

Dieter turned to Hans. "I want you to take Michel Clairet to the police station and lock him in a cell, then return here to the station and make sure my orders are carried out."

"Of course, Major."

Dieter picked up the phone on the stationmaster's desk. "Get me the chteau of Sainte-Ccile." When he got through he asked for Weber. "There's a woman in the cells called Gilberte."

"I know," said Weber. "Pretty girl."

Dieter wondered why Weber sounded so pleased with himself "Would you please send her in a car to the railway station in Reims. Lieutenant Hesse is here, he will take charge of her."

"Very well," said Weber. "Hold the line a moment, will you?" He moved the phone away from his mouth and spoke to someone in the room, giving orders for Gilberte to be moved. Dieter waited impatiently. Weber came back on the line. "I've arranged that."

"Thank you-"

"Don't hang up. I have some news for you."

This would be why he was sounding pleased. "Go on," Dieter said.

"I have captured an Allied agent myself"

"What?" Dieter said. This was a lucky break. "When?"

"A few minutes ago."

"Where, for God's sake?"

"Right here in Sainte-Ccile."

"How did that happen?"

"She attacked a Militian, and three of my bright young people happened to witness it. They had the presence of mind to capture the culprit, who was armed with a Colt automatic."

"Did you say 'she'? The agent is a woman?"

"Yes."

That settled it. The Jackdaws were in Sainte-Ccile. The chteau was their target.

Dieter said, "Weber, listen to me. I think she is part of a team of saboteurs intending to attack the chteau."

"They tried that before," Weber said. "We gave them a hiding."

Dieter controlled his impatience with an effort. "Indeed you did, so they may be more sly this time. May I suggest a security alert? Double the guards, search the chteau, and question all non-German personnel in the building."

"I have given orders to that effect."

Dieter was not sure he believed that Weber had already thought of a security alert, but it did not matter, so long as he did so now.

Dieter briefly considered rescinding his instructions about Gilberte and Michel but decided not to. He might well need to interrogate Michel before the night was over.

"I will return to Sainte-Ccile immediately," he told Weber.

"As you wish," Weber said casually, implying he could manage perfectly well without Dieter's assistance.

"I need to interrogate the new prisoner."

"I have already begun. Sergeant Becker is softening her up."

"For God's sake! I want her sane and able to speak."

"Of course."

"Please, Weber, this is too important for mistakes. I beg you to keep Becker under control until I get there."

"Very well, Franck. I will make sure he doesn't overdo it."

"Thank you. I'll be there as fast as I can." Dieter hung up.