Paris Underground (Paperback)

Paris - Underground BY ETTA SHIBER IN COLLABORATION WITH ANNE AND PAUL DUPRE NEW YO K 1943 For KITTY AUTHORS NOTE The basic facts in the boo are a matter of record. Most of the names of the persons whose activities are described in this boo have been changed, for obvi us reasons, i few details, not already matters of record t nown to the Gestapo f have been recast, a few omitted, and the roles of various persons interchanged, in order to ma e it impossible for any use to be made of this boo by the German mthorities against anyone described in it. Contents CHAPTER PAGE I Escape from Europe i II Flight from Paris 13 III The English Pilot 22 IV Running the Gauntlet 31 V They Are Here 37 VI Plans for Escape 51 VII William Escapes 57 VIII A Trip to Doullens 67 IX Ten Thousand Englishmen 80 X The Gestapo Pounces 86 XI Where Is Lieutenant Burke 93 XII Nach Paris 103 XIII The Wound no XIV Friends or Enemies 17 XV A Visit to Father Christian 129 XVI The Death Decree 139 fcvn An Old Friend 14 XVIII Check to the Gestapo 160 Made in Heaven 174 f wo Scares CONTENTS CHAPTER. XXIII First Day in Prison XXIV The Stool Pigeon XXV Release XXVI Where Is Kitty XXVII Travels with a Shadow XXVIII Prison Again XXIX Kitty XXX The Trial XXXI Captain Weber Speaks XXXII The Sentence XXXIII Cut Rate for Freedom XXXIV Micheline XXXV A New Cell-Mate XXXVI Louise Clears Up a Mystery XXXVII A New Prison XXXVIII Prison at Troyes XXXIX Pearl Harbor. Axis Report XL A New Arrival XLI Spring XLII Parole XLIII Father Christian XLIV Last Days in Paris PAGE 212 225 234 244 255 271 28l 290 299 308 314 323 327 335 340 349 355 361 368 374 38i 387 PARIS - UNDERGROUND CHAPTER ONE Escape from Europ - TTSAID no good-bye to Europe Iwas below decks when the ship JL began to move Her engines were so smooth and noiseless that they must have been running for some time before I became con scious of their muffled pulsing I hurried up on deck, expecting to find the ship coursing down the broad Tagus River, with the many colored buildings of Lisbon piled in confusion on its shore But from the deck, there was already no sight of land Behind us, I knew, was the coast of Portugal, but it was lost in the evening haze The sea was a dirty gray The engines of the great ship hummed soothingly, monotonously, as she plowed smoothly through the waves, America-bound at last The sky was overcast As the night darkened, not a star showed to relieve the pitch blackness of the sea Our ship alone moved in a blaze of brilliance through the surrounding gloom All other vessels, I knew, would show no lights as they slipped silently over the black waves But as I leaned over the side I could read the great black letters on her white hull, glowing in the light of powerful reflectors, which explained why we alone dared to pass warships, submarines and planes with every light ablaze Diplomat Drottmngholm Diplomat For this was the return trip of the Drottnmgholm, whose safety was guaranteed by both sides, because she had taken Axis officials and correspondents to Lisbon, and was now heading back to the United States with her exchange cargo of American diplomats, con sular officials and newspapermen I was neither a diplomat, nor a consular official, nor a newspaper man I was a unique passenger on this official ship I was an ex changed prisoner, released from a German cell because somewhere m the United States a prison door had swung open for some onewhose return Germany desired I was a pawn in this bargain, made through a neutral nation between the governments of Hitlers Reich 2 PARIS UNDERGROUND and my own United States I had had nothing to do with its con...