"Eventually he did what I wanted," said Taudrille casually. "He wrote a suicide note. He signed it. When he had done that I gave him a cigarette, and whilst he was lighting it I put the barrel of the ridiculous little .25 Mauser in his ear and blew out whatever he used to consider were his brains. Then I cleaned the pistol butt and put it in his hand. And that was the end of that."
O'Mara sighed. There was a certain satisfaction in the sigh. He said: "What did he say in the note?"
Taudrille said with a smile: "I think of everything. I made a copy for you." He produced a piece of paper; handed it across the table.
O'Mara took it. He read:
I have had enough. My name is known as one who worked against France and the Allies. Sooner or later the Maquis or someone else will get me. I am tire
