“Where would I find it? Just where Jacquard said he would leave it, of course. Beyond his shop, among the holly trees.”
When this was translated, Weller shook his head. “Well, climb in an’ let’s go home.”
La Fumée, sensing the nearness of her own stable, started briskly.
When they had said good night to Victor, Weller yawned loudly.
André watched Weller, and laughed. “I’m pretty sleepy, myself,” he admitted.
Ten minutes later he was in his mother’s big bed, sprawled sound asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
André and the Nazi Pilot
FALLING into bed, André’s thoughts had turned to his family, but his worries were quickly drowned in sleep.
When he awoke, he ran downstairs to see what the sunrise had brought.
It had brought Victor.