Through the somber streets of Clermont-Ferrand ran a frantic youth. "Protect me! My organization is out to get me!" he shrieked when he reached a police station. He said he had been summoned to a nearby villa, "Chez Lisette," where the other members of the "organization" had condemned him to death for treason.
The police bristled and bustled; before they settled down they had discovered the Black Maquis, who were plotting to wreck the Fourth Republic.
"The Masons Have Got Me." The trail led from grey Clermont-Ferrand to a brooding château at Lamballe in grey Brittany. Last week, up to...
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