Among the incriminating papers found on the dead man’s corpse was a letter from a certain ‘Ginette’. No address was given, but there was reference to a pharmacy in Bordeaux. The Gestapo eventually narrowed their search down to a young girl called Ginette Corbin, the daughter of Charles Corbin, an ex-pharmacist turned wartime policeman, who, unknown to the Germans, was also active in the local Resistance. Ginette Corbin was Henri Labit’s cousin, and it seems clear that the letter was intended as a device by which Henri Labit could make contact with Charles Corbin and then, through him, with the Resistance in Bordeaux.
Ginette and her mother were taken to Dohse’s headquarters and interrogated. They initially denied all knowledge of Labit, until, confronted with the letter found on Labit’s body, Ginette blurted out that she was trying, for personal reasons, to hide that she was, in fact, engaged to Labit. It was a complete invention intended to avoid having to reveal that the Corbin family were, in reality, related to Labit. But it worked. Ginette and her mother were released. Next, the Germans arrested and interrogated Henri Labit’s mother, Henriette, insisting that the dead man was her son. She too denied any relationship. So she was taken down to the cellars of the château and shown the body of her son hanging on a meat hook. Mme Labit coldly examined the cadaver and declared she did not recognise the young man.
The orders given to Henri Labit before he left London were to establish a Resistance network in and around Bordeaux, identify parachute sites where weapons could be dropped, and reconnoitre amphibious landing grounds on the beaches south of the Gironde estuary. His mission was the first in a planned programme of British/French expansion into the whole of the German occupied zone, with special emphasis on Paris and Bordeaux.
On 20 April, an SOE radio operator with orders to open up wireless communications from Tours, 250 kilometres northeast of Bordeaux and also in the occupied zone, was landed on the south coast of France. He arrived in Tours on 23 June and was joined three weeks later by an ex-RAF officer called Raymond Henry Flower.
Quite why the tremulous and easily frightened Flower was sent to France as leader of a delicate and dangerous mission is difficult to understand given his SOE training reports: ‘no powers of leadership, very little initiative’, ‘lacking in strength of mind and body’, ‘very slow mentally and an uneducated type of brain’, ‘… probably only useful in a minor capacity, under sound leadership’.
Ten days later, on the night of 29/30 July, a forty-five-year-old grandmother called Yvonne Rudellat was secretly landed on a beach near Cannes, with orders to make her way to Tours. Attractive, physically tough, with greying tousled hair, Rudellat had moved to London before the war and worked as, among other things, a shop assistant and the club secretary at the Ebury Court Hotel and Club, near Victoria, where SOE had found and recruited her. At Tours, Rudellat was to act as courier to Raymond Flower’s circuit, codenamed ‘Monkeypuzzle’. Another person who joined Monkeypuzzle at about this time was a locally recruited Frenchman called Pierre Culioli. Of Corsican-Breton extraction, twenty-eight-year-old Culioli – described as having ‘cold grey eyes behind his spectacles … resolute mouth … deeply cleft chin’ – was small of stature and slight of frame. This, together with the Hitler moustache he grew, half as a joke and half as hirsute protection against German inquisitiveness, resulted in him being nicknamed ‘Adolphe’ by his Resistance colleagues.
Culioli and Rudellat, both strong characters, were ordered to work under the nervous Flower. Their task was to prepare parachute sites and receive the agents London now planned to drop in to create two new secret organisations in the German-occupied zone: the ‘Scientist’ network in Bordeaux and a new network in Paris, which was to be codenamed ‘Prosper’. Given the mix of personalities, relations within Monkeypuzzle were never going to be easy. In due course, they would become literally murderous.
The day after Yvonne Rudellat landed from a felucca (fishing vessel) off the Côte d’Azur, two of Roger Landes’s fellow spy students from Wanborough Manor, Claude de Baissac and Harry Peulevé, were back in Orchard Court, Portman Square, receiving their final briefing before being parachuted into France.
De Baissac, the ‘natural leader’, was given the key role of heading up the Scientist network in Bordeaux; Peulevé was to be his radio operator. After parachuting in, their orders were to make their way first to Gaston Hèche’s restaurant in Tarbes and thence to Bordeaux, where they were to ‘investigate the possibilities of the Duboué organisation’. Their primary task was to plan, organise and carry out sabotage attacks on the blockade-runners and the submarine pens in Bordeaux harbour.
6
At 1.15 a.m. on 30 July 1942, above the town of Nîmes in southern France, the sky was starlit, with a full moon and scudding clouds driven on a boisterous mistral. In truth, the wind was too strong for safe parachuting, but the risk of a jump tonight had to be balanced against the risk of flying a second sortie down the length of enemy-occupied France a few days later. As he flew south over Nîmes, Pilot Officer Leo Anderle lowered his Halifax to 2,000 feet and, spotting the little village of Caissargues, its canal sparkling like a ribbon of tinsel in the moonlight, warned his two passengers, Claude de Baissac and Harry Peulevé, that he was running into their target and they should get ready to jump. He made a first pass over the drop site, a deserted aerodrome, while his co-pilot flashed the agreed recognition signal. There was no response from the reception committee on the ground. Anderle made a second pass and then a third – still no signal. He was nervous now that he was spending too long in the area – and drawing too much attention.
He passed a message to his passengers. They had two options: abandon and turn for home, or drop blind on a field nearby and take pot luck. The two secret agents decided that they had come this far and did not want to go back. Anderle brought the big aircraft down to 500 feet and began his final run, choosing an open field west of the deserted aerodrome.
De Baissac got into trouble almost as soon as he jumped. His parachute opened with a sharp jerk, pulling his left shoulder out of the harness. To make matters worse the brown cardboard suitcase strapped to his left leg had somehow broken free in the turbulence of the aircraft slipstream and become entangled in the parachute rigging above him. He tried to disengage it but couldn’t, thanks to the buffeting of the wind, which now carried him along at an increasing pace. Then it was too late. The ground was coming up fast to meet him. He crashed into the soil of France awkwardly and on one leg, spraining it badly. With some difficulty, he gathered his parachute in the strong wind, peeled off his jumpsuit, dug a shallow grave and buried both. Picking up his case and, dressed now as any wartime French traveller, he set off to find Peulevé.
It was eventually Harry Peulevé’s cries which drew de Baissac to him. He had suffered an even worse landing and was lying in a ditch with a broken leg. The two men agreed that there was no option. De Baissac would have to continue alone, without his radio operator. Peulevé would wait until dawn, then drag himself to a nearby farmhouse and throw himself on the mercy of the local population. De Baissac buried his colleague’s parachute, jumpsuit and wireless, and limped off to Nîmes railway station, arriving not long after the curfew was lifted at five in the morning.
Two weeks later, in the second week of August 1942, Claude de Baissac – codenamed ‘Scientist’ after his network, known in France as ‘David’ and travelling under the false identity of a publicity agent named ‘Claude Boucher’ – arrived at Tarbes station, close to the Pyrenees. He had not had a trouble-free journey. At one stage his papers had been checked by a suspicious Vichy policeman.
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