Chapter 8

"_Mais non, Madame_. _Pas d'explosion_," the officer assured her, and stiffened to attention facing eastwards, and scanning the sky with eyes that blinked in the dazzling glare of early noon. For the droning whirr of a plane just then reached them, drowning the sign of the hot south breeze that rustled in the tops of the acacias and oaks, ilexes and poplars, that rose about the arena of open ground.... *CHAPTER V* *THE BIRD OF WAR* "The _avion_ comes from Drancy." The speaker looked back at Margot as he focussed…