Reginald Hill: The Collaborators

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First published in Great Britain by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd 1987

Copyright © Reginald Hill 1987

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Cover

Title Page REGINALD HILL THE COLLABORATORS

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgments

PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

PART ONE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

PART TWO

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

PART THREE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

PART FOUR

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

PART FIVE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

PART SIX

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

PART SEVEN

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

PART EIGHT

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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By Reginald Hill

About the Publisher

Car la collaboration, comme le suicide,

comme le crime, est un phenomène normal.

Jean-Paul Sartre,

Qu’est-ce qu’un collaborateur?

Chacun son Boche

Communist rallying cry,August 1944

For permission to reprint copyright material the author and publishers wish to thank the following: Éditions Gallimard, for quotations from the work of Louis Aragon and Jean-Paul Sartre; Les Éditions de Minuit, for two extracts from Paul Éluard’s collection Au rendez-vous allemand; and Macmillan, for a quotation from Vercors’ Le silence de la mer.

Sur mes refuges détruits Sur mes phares écroulés Sur les murs de mon ennui J’écris ton nom

Paul Éluard, Liberté

She dreamt of the children.

They were picnicking on the edge of a corn field, Pauli hiding from his sister, Céci giggling with delight as she crawled through the forest of green stalks. Now she too was out of sight, but her happy laughter and her brother’s encouraging cries drifted back to their mother, dozing in the warm sunshine.

Suddenly there was silence, and a shadow between her and the sun, and a shape leaning over her, and a hand shaking her shoulder.

She sat up crying, ‘Jean-Paul!’

‘On your feet, Kraut-cunt. You’ve got a visitor.’

It was the fat wardress with the walleye who pulled her upright off the palliasse. A man in a black, badly-cut suit was standing before her. Without hesitation or embarrassment she sank to her knees and stretched out her hands in supplication.

‘Please, sir, is there any news of my children? I beg you, tell me what has happened to my children!’

‘Shut up,’ said the wardress. ‘Here, put on this hat.’

‘Hat?’ She was used to cruelty but not to craziness. ‘What do I want with a hat? Is the magistrate bored with the sight of my head?’

‘Your examination’s over, woman. Haven’t you been told? She should have been told!’

He spoke with a bureaucratic irritation which had little to do with human sympathy. The wardress shrugged and said, ‘She’ll have been told. She pays little heed this one unless you mention her brats. Now, put on the hat like the man says. See, it’s like one of them Boche helmets, so it should suit you.’

She was holding an old cloche hat in dirty grey felt.

‘Why must I wear a hat? This is lunacy!’

‘Janine Simonian,’ said the man. ‘The examining magistrate has decided that your case must go for trial before the Court of Justice set up by the Provisional Government of the Republic. I am here to conduct you there. Put on the hat. It will hide your shame.’

Janine Simonian was still on her knees as if in prayer. Now she let her arms slowly fall and leaned forward till she rested on her hands like a caged beast.

‘My shame?’ she said. ‘Oh no. To hide yours, you mean!’

Impatiently the wardress dropped the hat on her skull, but immediately Janine tore it off and hurled it at the official.

‘No! Let them see what they’ve done to me. I’ll strip naked if you like so they can see the lot. Let them see me as I am!’