On a cold rainy day last week, curious Parisians packed a dingy courtroom in the Palais de Justice to hear a red-robed judge pronounce sentence on Mathilde Carre. She was a pert, petite woman with bangs —the very picture of a Parisian gamine. The French thought they understood Mathilde, though they could not forgive her.
Daughter of a substantial family of professional soldiers, Mathilde Carre was on the loose in Paris just after the German conquest. She was young, attractive, divorced, and she found it all too easy to have a good time. An ex-captain of the Polish army got her into...
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