Code Name: Lise

by Larry Loftis

Odette was not only the most highly decorated woman of World War II, she was the most highly decorated spy—male or female.

“It is the only house where you will be absolutely safe in Marseille tonight. I am sorry, Lise. It is a German soldiers’ brothel.”

To prepare the women for the weighty task, chief cryptographer Leo Marks broke them in gently. They were herded into a Norgeby House14 basement with no heating or chairs and told that someone in Codes would be with them shortly. For an hour the girls were kept waiting, freezing.

The major stiffened. “Am I to understand, Mademoiselle, that you wish to suggest that my brother-officers and I carry the piano upstairs?” “Gentlemen, you are more than kind.”

She is a special kind of girl boss

Peter looked at his card and there, with his photo, was the name Pierre Chambrun.

How is this any better

IF YOU PUT THAT ***** ON AGAIN NEXT SUNDAY I QUIT.

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“What are we waiting for?” At once she was on her feet and ready to move. Contrary to her demeanor, however, Odette was not well: she had a concussion and a shattered vertebra in the middle of her spine. She told no one of her pain, though, and the party moved out.

How

Here they were, captor and captive, German and English, entertaining the French in their own salon.