Cloak and Dagger: The Trojan Horse

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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 to this question answered yes, this is cloak and dagger, black warfare, espionage, international intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS. Today's story the Trojan Horse is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services, a story that can now be told.

August nineteen forty two report to OSS headquarters in Casablanca from agent Henri Fontaine in France. Contact with girl Gabrielle Monet was made in the Bluebeard Cafe in Paris. I went there alone on the evening of the fifteenth, since I am not with a waiter, asking her to come to my table when she'd finished her song. Then I sat and waited. German officers were spread about the room. As they were read about all of occupied fans. I wondered what they would say if they knew why I had come.

Here on her?

Why I know her?

You sent me the snorter?

Women said, will you join me?

Why not I drink with anyone these days?

What will you hear?

What have you?

Let me tell it from your glass?

This is very bad wine.

You are right, huh.

The only time a girl make a good wine nowadays is when she drinks with a bush.

Never mind, I'm not thirsty.

I enjoyed your son.

Is that what you wanted to tell me?

I think you are wasting your time here.

Perie is wasting our time on Parie.

These days, I can offer you a better position in Casablanca.

What did you say?

Who are you?

My name is are Fontaine. I too have a good position with the American or s s in North Africa.

What are you saying?

Before the Germans came to France, I was a poor poet.

They did me a service.

Now I'm a rich spy.

You sit here in a room full of Germans and tell me this.

What makes you think I will believe you? What makes you think I won't turn you over to the Germans if I do?

I'm said, I am not such a brave man. Neither am I a fool. We have kept you under observation for months. We know you better than you know yourself. Is there anything you'd like to know about your saying?

What do you want of me?

On our side?

We have only the very best forgerers, counterfeiters, cut throats and spines.

Will you join us?

Just tell me what you want me to do.

Agent Andre Fontaine in France, to agent Steve Lettel in Casablanca. Arrangements have been made to transport the girl, Gabrielle Monney, to the south of France and then to Casablanca, waiting for the instructions over.

The horses will bloom early this year, I think we but not too early.

I hope.

Would I have been waiting for you. It is dark, I can't see you.

Where is the girl with you? She is here, Gabby says something so often, will know you are here.

I am tired.

Do you have difficulty reaching my safe in Paris?

And too much?

With swarms of displaced persons all over France to mingle with, and a slight bit of help along the way from the underground, it was not too bad.

Good good, Now follow me.

I will take you to the fishing school. But I know, I know you're tired. Cheer up, Gabby. You'll have a nice long trip by water to rest up, and then another nice long trip by otto to Casablanca.

Oh.

I like automobiles in the old days.

I like nothing better than a pleasant ride.

But Gabby didn't like the automobile trip to Casa blank It was probably nothing like the old days.

I dove up front alone. While she was fitting the trunk of the car behind gasoline drums. There were gunnysecs in American rug thrown over her, across everything a heavy can discover, lash down with just enough air left for her to breathe. We drove that way over rough roads for several hours. When it got dark, I pulled over to a side lane and let her hand.

Gibbie, come out, come out.

Oh oh, my back, it is broken.

I will gladly massage it for you.

You are too kind, not at all, no, thank you, pity. Why did we stop.

To give you a chance to stretch your legs and a cigarette?

One?

Oh I would die for one. Give, give, give you.

I won't lit here a.

Meel mercy.

You see. I tried to be gentle. I tried to make up for the inconvenience.

I am christomers Sidl.

I remember what another poet once said, a German by the way, but nothing Nazi. His name was good.

What did he say?

He said, be gentle with women. Remember they were made from a broken rib.

I am not amused.

I'm sorry.

You are always smiling. Do you enjoy the war?

I am a poet.

There is poetic excitement in being behind the lines, working underground. I enjoy being a spy where I am. No matter how you will do, you still have told me nothing. Why did they send for me? You remember a German named Paul?

What do you know of him?

Tell me not now?

The time is late, but I must know where you're seeing. What did you meet later? We have a long journey ahead. If we pass the border post, I will tell you. If we do not, the words and minutes would only be wasted.

Her to that.

M I thought I would never reach the border.

It's been a long tape. Where are you headed Casablanca? Do anything to declare no nothing? Let me see your passport.

Here you are.

All of a sudden, it's got a small black dog sniffing and winding at the trunk of the car where Gabrielle was hidden. Austin's officer had not noticed him, and I knew I had to find somewhere to keep him from noticing.

Ah one becomes Steve after so long a ride.

While he looked over my passport, I went to the rear of the car, picked up the dog by the scuff of the neck, and started to pat.

Your best part seems to be in the Hodor. But what's the matter with his jef?

Nothing? Perhaps he does not like to be picked up.

If he did, he wouldn't try to bite you. That you put him down.

I knew if I.

Put shove down, he go back to sniffing around that trunk. I felt like strangling that cute little black poppy.

Hell let him down.

I have taken a fancy to him. How do you feel about selling him to me? Eh?

Huh, you you are cious monsieur.

We I like him? Come, come how much?

Oh?

Take him? There? Two more like him around somewhere.

Thank you.

He will liven up the journey. Wait before you go, Yes, what is in your trunk? I said, what is in your trunk?

Let me put the dog in the car and then I will show you the tongue. I will show you. You see gasoline drums?

Yes, I see very well, Louise the trunk.

I may go, of course, Thank you again for jure.

August twenty seventh, nineteen forty two, Report to OSS headquarters in Washington from Agent Steve Lightel and Cassa Blacker Fontaine and the girl girl arrived. I knew as soon as she walked in that Paul Vogel could not have forgotten her. I only hoped her memories of him weren't too strong. As you know, miss Money, this is an international zone. We are in effect neutrals in Casablanca. We pass each other in the streets. Germans, Americans, vishy and free French.

I know nothing of that kind of intrigue. Then perhaps we can broaden you call it, Henri. Now listen to me, Yebbi. The head of the German Armistice Commission in Casablanca is a man named Paul Vogel.

Does that name mean anything to you?

We knew each other once before the war. Knew each other he was an attached to the German consulate in Parais.

You almost married him once. Isn't that so?

That is my business?

I'm afraid we've made it our business, Gebby. We've kept close watching you these past months, and we're sure that you're Nozzi or Vicy sympathized.

I hate them all for what they are doing to Poel.

What are your feelings toward him?

I haven't seen him in years.

It's not answering my question.

If he is a Nazi.

I have no feelings.

Taught him all right then. Now the open secret here in North Africa is the planned American invasion. The close secret is where and when? Now that's what Paul Vogel wants to find out for German headquarters.

I still don't understand what I ought to tell him, Sherry.

Andre, He's right. You're to take up this friendship with him once more. Give him all the information he wants. You'll get a direct from us. Look, just assured it'll be the wrong information. You understand now, I'm beginning to good. We have a job for you at the Three Lanterns Cafe now starting tomorrow. Agent Henri Fontaine and I were at the Three Lanterns Cafe the next night when Gabrielle

In and saw her too, and guard act that could make you forget the wall.

I steve, I've got a wife like a Syracuse in case she wear a red leg.

That my wife can be trusted.

And this girl, she and Bogo were pretty close in the old days.

I know my own she can be trusted.

I hope you're right. The success of the whole American invasion may en Johanna.

A lot depends on how hard Vogel falls for that little maid up there on the bandstand. She did boggles.

Just come in, That's all I wanted to say. Come on, let's get out of you. Excuse that this table is free. Waiter, it will do.

We are Google.

You wish to see the way list?

Oh that girl? How long has she been here?

The singer?

You mean she started only tonight?

Tell her to come to this table when she's finished.

You understand, I understand. No, you don't.

You only think you do.

Go tell her what I said, and bring a bottle of your best wine.

And I had no idea it was you, Paul. When the waiter came to me. I'd like you to walk back into my life so quietly after making so violent an exit.

Ah, the world is small after all, Gammy, I'm.

Amazed to find you in Casablanca.

I can say the same of you. What are you doing here?

I arrived here a few days ago, but.

I've been in North Africa for months? Tower tunis singing?

How were you able to leave France after the occupation?

You should know how well I always got along with Germans.

You don't seem angry with me any longer.

Leave him after.

That last time six years ago.

Life is too shocked to be angry for too long at anyone. Besides, I was a fool to have been jealous of that silly blong with the bad legs. I've even forgotten her name, Susan. Oh, I see you have not forgotten.

Oh that's a wine, Gabby. How good it is to be with you again?

How good it is to be with you by.

You call me? Nah?

We will drink too?

What is to be? Leave?

What?

You could have no better guide through Casablanca than I, Gubby?

Come?

What else would you like me to buy you from the marketplace? Scar perhaps a gold scarf to put around your hair?

Yeah?

Have you taken many goals to the marketplace?

Will you be forever jealous of me? Leably, what is it the French in you?

It is a woman in me.

I imagine you are in great demand by the women here, the chief of the German Armists Discommission.

How did you know that I know more.

Than you think?

What did interest you to know the name of one of the most important American agents in North Africa?

Who Steve Lightel?

What do you know of him?

I know him and he knows the details of the planned American invasion.

COmON, I will buy you a gold scarf.

Have you nothing to say what I just told you?

I knew that already, I too have agents. However, thank you for telling me. I can promise you more than a gold scarf if you find out no information for me.

That's just possible.

It might be very possible.

Agent like tell in Casablanca, the OSS in Washington, the girl Gabrielle Money has been in the paid employee of the German government here for several weeks according to our plan, and we'll transmit to them the dacuard cover project.

In September nineteen forty two, report to OSS headquarters from Agent Money.

I had a feeling that things were going too smoothly.

I seemed to be holding my breath, waiting for something to go wrong, and on the night of the twenty ninth.

It did.

Paul Vogel was in my room above the cafe.

We were listening to my record of our favorite song, Oh Mama, you will have to go soon. It is late.

Forget the time. I would think it would come to this again.

After that in Paris.

I remember that day we showed poor judgment to argue out of doors.

It was raining. I got a terrible cold in the nose.

Let me kiss that poor nose.

You really must, But before you do, I I have a paper for you, and my purse dates when high officials will be in Casablanca.

I get you.

Want to talk to you.

You're hurting my arm.

Lita is paying you well for this information.

Some of it is useful information, but none of it is as important as I would like.

I will try to do better.

You had better do better. You know what what happened, Gabby. If I found out you were crossing me.

I would not cross you.

Do my twist your arms like this such a small arm?

Then what I could do if I really tried to hurt you?

Hurt me now because you don't trust me.

What do you want?

You claim to know this American like you claim you get your information from him?

Is that all he gives you?

What love?

Does he give you? That too?

Hall the shoe is on the other foot.

Not is you who are jealous? How foolish of you? I think? Would I lie to you?

Coming?

Comy, oh, comey, If you ever lie to me, I would rather see you dead at my feet than standing looking at me.

And lying. You'll hear what I.

Say, Yes, yes, I hear, I hear.

No, No more whine.

I must keep my head clear to think of what you have just told me.

Now, are you satisfied that I'm earning my money back?

So the Americans will land in a few weeks at Dhaka very likely, very likely.

Dacca is strategically important.

It will be more important if the German fleet is there to stop the invasion.

That Bungled attempted at landing on that the Gold's leadership failed, So the Americans probably figure we would not dream that they would try it again in the same place.

One American, Steve Lightell, does not dream.

You know all this?

Are you going to tell German headquarters?

But of course this is something they will want to know.

He believes it's digging every word of it. The German fleet is being saent to stop the invasion at Daka.

Good Gebbie, good work.

Read the report just in from Gibraltar.

What is it?

And then I'll let me tell you Joff.

General Clark will rendezvous on October twenty first at Point a Grade near Algaire.

You know what that means, Final preparations for the Iran invasion. Nothing must go wrong now nothing.

November four, nineteen forty two, something very wrong happened. Paul came to my room just before I was ready to go downstairs to the cafe.

Paul, Gubby god friend like tell has been playing you for a fool.

Do you hear what I say?

I don't understandation is not the car I just learned myself.

It's to be or ran orran.

The German fleet, on my suggestion, is waiting in the car for not Paul, and will continue to wait all it.

Can't you do what this will mean to me?

Do you realize what a high command will do to me for this?

Please?

Paul ru mhm.

Perhaps perhaps your latest information was wrong about our No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It all tis they the Americans wanted me to believed.

Gabby.

What did you do with this?

Now?

What are you saying? I'm getting tired of your suspicions. One day you trust me, next day you don't.

You're French? What kind of French?

Instead of questions, ask yourself this would I be trying you, Paul? Not Germany? But you think look at me, Look at you, old Gabby announswer.

Hi, I no, of course, not not you.

You wouldn't there.

There may still be time to stop the Americans at Iran. I must get back to headquarters and let them.

Know by radio. I should have done that right away instead of coming here.

Have a drink first, no, no later.

It will not be easy for you to tell the high command there is a drink will fortify you?

Mm hmmm, yes, perhaps perhaps you're right one drink.

Paul sat on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands.

I remember thinking how very blonde was his hair, how loude his It was not difficult for me to drop half the eld tablet from my purse into his glasses.

I palled the little old rips.

Here you are, poor Paul, poorful booty, you look so tired.

Change where are you going?

You put on the record you like? We played it so often lately, Paul. In one of these days it will just rise up in protest.

You're tired, Ma, No, no, why should I be.

Here?

My record through?

Then you will go no.

No, Now.

That's so.

You love me very much.

His head had fallen on his arms and rested on the table. The tablet had begun to work as I knew it would. I got the automatic pistol that had been given to me by the Americans and.

Shot him twice through his very blonde head.

Report Gabriel Money, I've a.

Lot to come many minutes now, news of the in patient. I've had word at Eisenhower and Clark Range your brother on November the eighth. I'll let you both know as soon as something comes through on the radio.

How you are right, Debbie.

Me, don't concern yourself.

You did what you had to do with took courage.

Well.

If I had thought about it longer, perhaps I would not have had the courage.

You cannot know.

I think I do.

He meant a great deal to me a long time ago. I killed him.

Listen to me, and I told you something once that the poet gotta said. He also said this, give up what perished long ago, and let us love what's living.

Do you hear Gebbie?

Do you hear.

Equity?

Equita? Yankee? Thanky bit wait, echo? Oh that helly oh, that's that. The code name Roberts arrived, The impatience begun your hair. Did you hear Gaddy? Did you yes?

Yes, yes, And once again the report of an OSS agent is closed with the words mission accomplished. A further adventure in Black Warfare is next week. Clog and Dagger.

Heard in today's story were Jane White, Barry Krueger, Leon Janney, Joseph Julian, Carl Weber, Raymond Edward Johnson, Guy Soirel, and Bernie Goon. Script was by Winifred Woolf Music under the direction of John Gart. Today's true OSS adventure was based on the book Klockendagger by Carry Ford and Alistair McBain. This has been a Lewis g. Conn production under the supervision and direction of Sherman Marx. Stay tuned for the second Big Mystery High Adventure on NBC.

Welcome Back. This story really does a great job showing a lot of aspects of intelligence work and many of the pit polls that offereders have to deal with. Certainly, the danger was a big aspect. I found myself wondering at different points. First of all, like what the American agent wondered? Could she be trusted to work for the Allies? Then I found myself feeling the danger of the situation she was in, particularly at that point where he threatened