The Unconquerable (41)

By: Helen MacInnes
April 9, 2015


HiLoBooks is pleased to serialize Helen MacInnes’s 1944 novel The Unconquerable (later reissued as While We Still Live), an espionage adventure that pits an innocent English woman against both Nazis and resistance fighters in occupied Poland. MacInnes, it’s worth noting, was married to a British intelligence agent, which may explain what one hears is the amazing accuracy of her story’s details. Under the editorship of HILOBROW’s Joshua Glenn, the Save the Adventure book club will reissue The Unconquerable as an e-book for the first time ever. Enjoy!

This is the book’s final installment.



Chapter 41: Never Too Long

Uncle Matthews pushed aside the forgotten cup of coffee and rested his elbows on the table-cloth which he had liberally sprinkled with cigarette-ash. Sheila’s voice had ended, and her hands played with the rose petal in the finger-bowl. Even if there was a war in Europe, at least the candles and the best crystal and all the other table trimmings had been set forth for the prodigal’s return.

“Well,” Uncle Matthews said at last. “Interesting story.”

Sheila looked at the serious face opposite her, always grim in repose, in spite of the pink cheeks, blue eyes, and white hair. “You don’t quite believe it,” she said with a smile.

“Why not? It’s interesting, but not unusual. I’ve heard more incredible tales than that in the last four weeks.”

Sheila raised an eyebrow, and her uncle laughed suddenly at the expression on her face. “You don’t quite believe that,” he challenged.

She remembered Mr Olszak and his friends. “Why not?” she echoed, imitating her uncle’s voice.

“I don’t want to hurry you, but there’s a couple of chaps I’d like you to meet. To-morrow. While the details you’ve given me are still fresh in your head. Do you feel up to seeing them?”

“Of course. Are they British?”

“One is. The other is Polish.”

Suddenly Sheila felt pleased. “Do you think what I have to tell could possibly be of some use?” she asked eagerly.

Uncle Matthews suppressed a smile. “Possibly,” he said, and lit another cigarette.

“I wish,” she said abruptly, “I do wish I could really have been of some use.”

He took a long time to extinguish the match.

“I mean,” she went on, “when I had a chance to do some
thing… In Warsaw. Just when I was getting into that Gestapo
 circle… If I hadn’t gone to Korytów to warn the village, if 
I hadn’t met Reymont and his men, if ——”

“Too many ifs,” said Uncle Matthews quietly. “You wouldn’t have lasted very long in that Gestapo circle, as you call it. You’d need a couple of years’ training first for that kind of work. Personally, I don’t think you did so badly. Olszak doesn’t think so, anyway. I had a message from him yesterday.”

“Yes?” Sheila’s eyes widened impatiently.

“He sent you his love.”

“He didn’t!”

“Well, words to that effect. He thinks you saved him.”

“Oh… if I hadn’t found out about Dittmar… then I suppose some one else would have.”

“Would they?” Uncle Matthews was smiling openly now. “By the way, I like that fellow Stevens. Good man. Works hard.”

Sheila smiled. “Yes,” she said warmly.

“He’s engaged to be married, you know.”

“Steve?” Sheila studied the woven water-lily on the white table-cloth. What right had she to be so surprised? She smiled, and then laughed at herself. “I’m so glad,” she said. “I hope she’s as nice as Steve deserves.”

“Pretty girl. American. Writes for some newspaper.”

There was a pause. “Any other news?” Sheila hoped her voice sounded disinterested.

“We made a short advance yesterday against the Siegfried Line.”

“Uncle Matthews!”

“Be careful of that finger-bowl. It spills quite easily.” And then he relented. “Your husband is well. He has gone farther east now. Madame Aleksander is well. Mr Hofmeyer is well and doing remarkably good business. In fact, so far things have been going nicely for all of them. Olszak’s organization is building up slowly and surely. He isn’t trying for any spectacular successes just now. He’s preparing for the future. Clever fellow, Olszak.”

“Yes.” Sheila could agree about that. Farther east, she was thinking. She must get hold of a map, a nice, detailed map. She waited patiently, hoping for some more crumbs of good news. But that was all she was to be allowed.

“One point we’d better discuss before you start seeing people again. You know, of course, that no one must learn how you lived, or what you’ve been doing, or how you travelled out of Poland to Italy.”

“Of course.”

“Also, Sheila, I think it better for you to keep your old name, Matthews. Wisniewski is on the German records as having been killed in Warsaw towards the end of the siege. We want to keep him officially dead. So, until the war ends, you had just better remain Miss Matthews. Agreed?”

Sheila looked strangely at him. She seemed to be trying to say something, without succeeding very well.

“Couldn’t we invent a name?” she suggested at last.

“What’s wrong with Matthews?” said her uncle in amusement. “It was good enough for you for more than twenty years.”

“It isn’t the Matthews part that worries me.” She half smiled. “Unless, of course, you don’t mind introducing us to your friends as Miss Matthews and son.”

Uncle Matthews stared at her. All his amusement had gone.

“Or Miss Matthews and daughter,” Sheila added quietly. “You never can tell about such things, I believe.”

Uncle Matthews still said nothing. It was the only time in her life, Sheila thought, that she had ever succeeded in surprising him.

He recovered quickly. “And that,” he was saying, as if to himself, “was the real reason why we managed to get you out of Poland.”

Sheila didn’t deny it.

Uncle Matthews suddenly laughed. “I thought it was because of my pressure on Olszak. Olszak thought it was all a matter of security. Your husband thought it was to ensure your safety. You weren’t thinking anywhere along our lines, were you?”

“No,” Sheila answered.

Uncle Matthews laughed again. There is no joke which a Scotsman enjoys more than a pleasant one against himself.

Sheila smiled. “Well, that’s a relief, Uncle Matthews. I wasn’t quite sure whether you’d rage like a bull or roar like a lion.”

He looked slightly startled at the idea. “Come now,” he said, “apart from a natural resentment at being kicked upstairs into the great-uncle class, I’m delighted.” He was keeping his voice especially mild, to prove to himself the exaggeration of her description.

Sheila rose and came round to where he sat, and laid a hand on his shoulder. She wondered what he would say if she planted a kiss on his cheek. He’d probably like it, although he’d never admit it. She tried it. She was right.

“Picking up Polish customs, I see,” he said, as she left him to cross over to the window.

“If we put out the lights,” she called over her shoulder, “we could draw back the curtains and I could see my first London black-out.”

“What’s so wonderful about that?” he grumbled; but he extinguished the candles one by one.

The frost gleamed on the sloping slate roofs. The grey stone was whitened by the moon. The soot-marks became black shadows. The stars seemed brighter over the darkened city, like the stars over the sea, or the stars above silent mountains. The same moon and the same stars would be fading now as the dawn began in the Carpathians.

Unexpectedly he had come over to stand beside her at the window. Together they looked at the bright stars.

“It may be a long time,” he said gently. “You know that, Sheila? The war hasn’t really begun for us over here. Not yet.”

“I know.” Her voice was even. “It will be long,” she was saying. She turned abruptly away from the window. “Never too long,” she added quietly; so quietly that he wondered if he had really caught the whole phrase. He puzzled over that for a moment; never too long to wait if… ? If what you waited for Was really worth while? That, he decided, must be the implication. He felt a sudden relief. At least she wasn’t going to lament or complain, she wasn’t going to dramatize. To-night she had talked about Korytów and Madame Aleksander, of Barbara and Uncle Edward and Olszak, of Reymont, and Jan, of Casimir and his dog Volterscot, of Kati and Zygmunt, of Andrew and Stefan and little Teresa, of Madame Olszak, of the men in the forest and Adam Wisniewski. He knew now that once their story had been told she wasn’t going to keep on talking about them. She had her own thoughts about the past. She had her own beliefs about the future. She wanted no one to invade them.

She faced him again, and she was smiling as she looked up at the night sky.

He had the strange feeling that, for the moment, he didn’t exist.



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