same and we stood there, waiting for something to happen. Dupree got out of the car and nodded to a group of soldiers standing near the entrance to the main building. Six of them trotted over and stood in front of us. Their rifles weren't pointed at us exactly, but they held them at the ready. Six other guys appeared in back of us, idly holding their rifles and watching Dupree carefully. Something told me this wasn't an honor guard.
'What's the meaning of this?' Harding demanded. 'Take me to Colonel Baril, now!'
'Very good, Lieutenant Dupree. This is the right man.' A voice spoke up in English from inside the entranceway. 'I would recognize that loud American voice anywhere.'
The French soldiers in front of us shouldered arms and stepped aside. Dupree gestured us toward the entrance, where a tall man stood in the shadows, watching us. Harding squinted, trying to see him clearly in the dim light.
'Jean, is that you?' Harding asked.
The man walked through the granite archway and down two stone steps. He was tall and lean, and wore an elegantly tailored uniform. He smiled tentatively.
'It is I, Samuel. If indeed that is who you are. The loud voice sounds the same but I do not remember the gray hairs.'
Harding grinned and walked toward him. They exchanged a manly hug and a couple of those double cheek kisses that gave me the willies. We didn't do a lot of that in Southie and I was sure I'd make a fool of myself if I had to try.
'Jean, it has been almost ten years,' Harding said. 'I see time hasn't made you more tactful!'
'Samuel, one of your best qualities is your voice. It is well suited to the battlefield. Authoritative and distinctive. I remember it from our days in the trenches. It was, however, less well-suited to duty with your embassy in Paris. Neither of us was meant for the diplomatic service, I think. Forgive the dramatics,' he said, gesturing toward the guards standing at attention, 'but the times call for caution.'
'Caution kept us both alive in the last war, too.' Harding said to me. 'Colonel Baril and I were lieutenants together during the First World War. He was attached as a liaison to my unit. He showed me the ropes when we first went into the trenches and saved a lot of our boys from getting killed right off.'
'Samuel is too modest. He also saved my life, you know,' Baril responded. 'But let us save reminiscences for another time. We have much to discuss. Come inside.'
We sat around a conference table in Colonel Baril's office next to a large window overlooking the bluff and the beaches beyond. The sea was filled with our ships and landing craft. The fort's guns were quiet. Arab servants in white coats served us thick, black coffee in little cups with handles you couldn't fit a finger through. I looked at Harding and somewhat grudgingly admitted to myself that he had really pulled off something spectacular. I was impressed with the fact that I had personally invaded North Africa and now was having coffee with these nice Frenchmen, as opposed to being blown to bits by them. I decided the survival of Billy Boyle deserved comment.
'Nice job, Major,' I said to Harding, gesturing at the scene below. No need to go overboard with praise for the boss.
'Pay your compliments to Colonel Baril, Lieutenant Boyle,' Harding said rather curtly. 'He's the one who has put his head on the block to make sure this fort doesn't oppose our landing.'
'My colonel also suggested the beach below for your landing site,' Lieutenant Dupree volunteered. 'It provides good access to roads and the seas are somewhat quieter here.'
'So this plan has been in the works for a while?' I asked. I felt left out, like the last kid picked for a baseball team. Harding had chosen me to accompany him just two days ago, when I arrived in Gibraltar, fresh from leave in England. I was still in the dark about his mission. I sort of worked for Major Harding, who was General Eisenhower's deputy intelligence chief, except for when the general had a special job for me. Usually something involving low crimes in high places, crimes that had to be kept quiet for the sake of the war effort and Allied unity. Right now, things were pretty quiet in the military crime field, so here I was keeping the major company until Ike needed me again.
'For some time, yes, Lieutenant Boyle,' Baril said. 'There are many of us here who do not support the Vichy regime and wish to strike back at the Germans, instead of collaborating with them. Are you not fully aware of the situation here?'
He studied me as he asked that question, then looked at Harding with a glance that seemed to ask if I was some country bumpkin along for the ride.
'Lieutenant Boyle has been recuperating after completing a secret mission, and only joined me recently,' Harding explained. I mentally thanked him for the boost, and the white lie about the secret mission. Well, it had been a secret, except that I had kept it a secret from him as well as everyone else. But I'd managed to return from Norway, where the mission had taken me, so here I was, available for duty.
Baril and Dupree exchanged glances, taking Harding at his word, even though the evidence in front of them, namely me, still gave them pause. I sipped some coffee. It was really strong, and sweet, which gave me the opportunity to try to move the conversation away from the shortcomings of yours truly.
'Wow. This joe could peel paint.' Except for a roll of Harding's eyes, everyone ignored me, which is the way I liked it when I had to hang around with senior officers. They had a way of thinking up ideas that got you killed and them promoted.
'Jean, what's the situation here?' Harding said.
Baril gestured for the servants to leave. He waited several seconds after the doors closed behind them.
'General Mast, my commanding officer, is on his way here. He is with us, and will give orders to the outposts along the road to Algiers to not resist the Americans. He is attempting to stay out of touch with General Alphonse Juin, commander of all French forces in North Africa, until sufficient American forces are in place.' Baril sat back, nodded at Dupree, and took a sip of coffee, letting the younger officer fill in the details.
'General Juin is anti-German, but he is a professional soldier, and will obey whatever direct orders he receives from the French government, even if that government kisses the boots of the Boches,' Dupree said with disgust.
'What are your government's orders likely to be?' I asked.
'To resist any invader. Period.'
'So, Colonel Baril, you and your men are risking your necks to help us?'
'No, Lieutenant,' Baril answered. 'We are doing it for the honor of France. Many fine young men like Lieutenant Dupree have been working to carry out this coup so we can strike back against the occupiers of our nation.'
'Billy, my friend,' Dupree said, 'we are not risking our necks, but rather our heads. If we fail, the best we can hope for is the guillotine. If we succeed, I hope to be fighting the Germans by your side very soon.'
I was impressed with these guys, so impressed that I didn't even mention that, personally, my hope was to get back to headquarters in London and my nice room at the Dorchester Hotel as soon as possible. Hell, what I really wanted was to be back home on the force in Boston, but that was too much to hope for.
'Sure, George…'
'Georges,' he corrected, giving it that Gallic uplift I'd never master.
'Okay, Georgie. What's next, Major?'
Harding looked at Baril. 'Your lieutenant goes right to the point. I must prepare to meet General Mast. When can we expect Allied forces to reach us here? If orders to resist the invasion come from Algiers first, my men may have to obey them, especially if they are delivered by an armed force.'
'A detachment of British Commandos is making its way up the bluff now,' said Harding, checking his watch. 'They should be here within ten minutes. You can turn the fort over to them, and then follow us into Algiers.'
'Algiers?' I asked. 'Before the rest of the Army gets there?'
I was so happy at having made it this far that I wanted to enjoy the feeling for a while.
'Our job has barely begun, Boyle,' Harding said. 'We need to make contact with our agents in Algiers who are working with the friends of Lieutenant Dupree.'
'There are over four hundred insurgents active at this moment. They are taking over police stations, government offices, even the official residence of General Juin,' Baril explained as he strode to the door. 'They need to keep orders from going out to countermand those of General Mast. If they succeed, your forces will be in Algiers before anyone can resist. You must leave quickly. Georges will drive you. He is very well informed and can put you
