A trainload of German prisoners chugged north through the Laurentians from Montreal, one day last week. One of them, a jug-eared, wiry young man, kept his nose pressed against the windowpane, his eyes on the bleak Canadian countryside. Baron. Franz von Werra, pursuit pilot with a score of 14 British planes, was a more valuable cog in the Reich's war machine than most of his fellows on the train. And he intended to get back where he belonged.
After dark, the three guards in the car relaxed. Squadron Leader von Werra opened a...
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