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THE TRAP Continued from preceding page She sighed. She knew exactly what he was going to say. He made the same state ment every time he came to' her house: “A grateful fatherland knows how to re ward loyal subjects." When he had repeated that statement he added, “But we have reason to believe, madame, that there were two of them. The dying man could not have gone so far in the woods without help. There are indications of a second man.” He leaned forward and looked at her quizzically. "You have seen no one, madame?" “I have seen no one,” she said stiffly. As if by a pre-arranged signal, the orderly went into the kitchen, the bedrooms. She could hear closet doors being opened and closed. They never missed an opportunity to search the house. When the orderly came back the officer turned toward the door. ‘The second man cannot get far. He must be in the neighborhood,” he said Dointedlv. He clicked his heels and bowed. “I bid you good evening, madame.” After the sound of the German car had died away, Christine turned to Anatole, who had been standing near by. “If there is another English boy in the woods — if he comes here” — she put her hand to her forehead — “we are in danger, Anatole.” “Yes, madame, but if he comes for help - ” “We cannot help him now,” she said, shaking her head, “or we will never help another. They will be watching for him.” “Yes, madame,” Anatole said sadly. Some time about midnight, Christine was awakened by a scratching, then a knock on the door. Before she could get out of bed she heard Anatole, who slept in the little room off the kitchen, open the front door. Hastily she put on a dressing gown and shoes. Anatole met her at the door of her bedroom. “It is the other English boy,” he whispered. “Come.” She walked into the room and motioned to Anatole to lift his lantern. She saw a young, sandy-haired boy of not more than twenty-two, with smooth, tanned cheeks and pale gray eyes. He appeared to lie wounded. He pressed one hand to his shoul der where, she could see, blood had seeped through his dirty uniform. “Help me, please,” he said in English. “I’m wounded. I’ve been hiding in the woods for days. I can’t go on.” Christine looked at him with pitiless eyes. “I Jim sorry,” she said in an even, flat voice “I cannot help you.” His eyes appealed to her. “But I’ll prob ably be shot if I’m caught.” “I probably will be shot if I am caught helping you escape. I will do nothing to dis obey German orders. They have not both ered me. and I want it to remain that way.” "Then for the love of God give me some thing to eat,” he said. “I have had nothing since yesterday.” “I cannot even do that, for that would be helping you,” she said in an inflexible voice. She turned to Anatole and said in rapid French. “Rush to the village and re port this man.” She could see the pain in Anatole’s eyes. “Don’t argue. Hurry.” Anatole, with bowed head, went out. The boy looked at her with reproachful eyes. “I thought you would help me. You’ve helped others. I — I don’t want to die.” “Wait,” she said. “Wait until he gets back.” Anatole was stopped by a patrol car be fore he reached the main road. Sadly he told the arrogant young officer that Madame wanted to see him. The German looked at him strangely and uttered an oath. "Here is your man.” Christme Aubonnet said with great dignity as me oerman omcer strode into the room “You are to be congratulated on your vigilance, madame," he said in his usual mocking tones. She saw the look of hatred he threw at the wounded soldier. He drew his gun. “So, you thought you could escape, you English dog'" He motioned the boy to the door, then turned to Christine. "I bid you good night, madame. I hope your sleep wiii not be further disturbed." The door closed and Anatole started to speak. “Sh-h-h," she warned. “Listen." They went to the window and heard the German officer say, “You stupid fool.” There was the sound of a blow struck. Then two voices spoke rapidly in German. Anatole gaped. “That — he — that boy was a German, madame?” “Yes. It was a trap." Her voice was cool and firm. “But — but he looked like the English, he spoke English. He had on a uniform like that English boy in the woods.” “Probably the same uniform. And he spoke excellent English. Cambridge, I think.” She was smiling. “But, madame, I do not understand. How did you know he was not English?” “He said he had been hiding in the woods for days. When a man is hiding, trying to save his life, he does not stop to shave. Did you notice that boy’s face?” A light came into Anatole’s eyes. "Ah, madame, yes. How wise you are. 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