Also, the coming search would be very dangerous to the rest of the family. If the Germans came they would surely find the flyer in their attic. And if an enemy pilot were found in their house they would all be shot.
Marie and her father had been watching for the Maquis operator to come for the flyer, according to plan. But for some reason he had not yet appeared.
“Those Maquis! They are wasting their time in some café, enjoying themselves, probably,” Mme. Gagnon said irritably.
But Pierre replied, “No. Not the Maquis. There is some good reason why the operator has not yet been able to get here.”
It was not until June 4th, just before curfew time, that a Maquis messenger slipped into the Gagnon house.
He said he could not come before because the new Nazi garrison had sent patrols everywhere.
The plans of the Underground had all been changed. Pierre and Marie, he said, must keep the flyer where he was until new arrangements to spirit him away could be made.
That evening Marie and her father huddled in the dark little parlor to talk over their situation.
Marie whispered wildly, “What shall we do if the Nazis come here? They will go to the attic too.”
Pierre shrugged, scowling. “We must find some way. We always have before.”