Seeds of Doubt

Are you willing to undertake a dangerous mission behind the enemy lines? Knowing you may never return alive. What you have just heard is the question asked during the war to agents of the OSS. Ordinary citizens who this question answered. Yes.

This is... Cloak and Dagger. Warfare. Espionage, international intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS. Tonight's story, Seeds of Doubt, and turning an OSS agent to track down Nazis in American uniforms, is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services.

A story that can now be told. I'm glad I wasn't there when Celeste got my message. If I had been, I might have called the whole deal off. Found some other way to carry out my mission.

What I did was pretty brute. I know just how it must have been. I gave the note to the baker's delivery boy, Henri. He must have driven the dilapidated old truck through those majestic iron gates of the Chateau-Battan 12-mile South of Paris.

Circle the huge house and come to a stop at the servant's entrance. And perhaps it was Mary-El herself. It's a less personal maid who answered the door. Poumad mous-en. M'merci mous-en. Po'am-a-v'l'mous-ieur. and then Mary-Ole began that long climb up the Celeste roof.

Three flights of marble stairs and then down the carpeted corridor to the fourth door on the right-hand side. Mom, Celeste? All clear. All clear. Celeste was probably reading. She always was in those days. It was a way of passing time while she waited for some word for my friend, Paul Blancheau.

Come on, Char. A message, Manzel. A message? From who, Maria? I do not know. It was also mysterious. It beg us to talk with the door. And the boy... No, no, no, no, no. Give it to me.