Camille patiently wormed through the streets of Tournai. She sometimes walked three blocks, retraced her steps for two, crossed boulevards that went in a different direction, and came back the other way. Throughout her journey, she studied every passing pedestrian and German soldier, making sure no one watched her as closely as she watched them. An hour after she had left, she reached the dress shop. She walked to the end of the block, turned, came back, and ducked into the store.
Mme. Abadie stood at the counter by the front door. She held a finger to her lips as Camille entered, nodding toward the back of the store. Two women wandered the last row, looking at some lace and chatting quietly. Camille pretended to browse the store as any customer would, cautiously watching the street outsi
