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You can support the show on a one time basis. Support.greatdetectives.net and you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $4 per month at patreon.greatdetectives.net now from September 22, 1950, here is Operation Sellout. 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 adventure, Operation Sellout is the story of an American OSS agent who went into German occupied France to locate Nazi submarine bases and is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services. A story that can now be told. I knew something was up when Colonel Palmer met Tom Barnes and me at the dock that night. He hadn't come down from London just to wish his bon voyage. There wasn't time for such formalities in the OSS even when a couple of its agents were embarking for the coast of Nazi occupied France. Minute the jeep pulled to a stop, the colonel stepped into the faint glow of the blackout light. Captain Dagger? Yes, sir. This is the radio operator, Captain. That's right, sir. I'm Bond, sir. Lance Corporal Bond, Sussex Guards. You men are all set? Yes, sir. Shove off in 20 minutes. That'll put you ashore below Saint Azer. Just before dawn. After you've been landed, you'll move inland exactly 6km. You'll be met there by an agent of the Marquis. You understand? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Now, men, we got a lecture then, Tom and I, we didn't need it. We knew our mission was important. Mission is terribly important. German submarines had been hitting our convoys in the Atlantic, hitting them hard. Shipping losses had to be cut and the best way to cut them was to blast the Nazi sub pens along the French coast. Understand? It was my job to locate the biggest pens. It was Tom's job to radio the information back to England so the Allied Air Forces would know where to lay their eggs. Now then. No, we didn't need any lecture on how important it was. Daggett, you're not listening. Oh, I'm sorry, Colonel. I heard it all in London two days ago. Sir. I was wondering why you came down here to Say it again. I may have had another reason for coming down. That's what we figure, sir. There's been a change in plans. Slight one, yes. Originally, you two would have wanted to take this mission alone. I've decided now to send a third man with you. Oh? Who is he, sir? I'd rather say nothing about it till you see him. He'll be something of a surprise to you, perhaps. A surprise, sir? Yes. Though not too unpleasant one, I hope. Your reaction to him may well determine the success of your mission. I afraid I don't understand, Colonel. You will in a minute. He's already on the boat. Come along. He, Tom and I followed the Colonel out on the dock. A British Navy torpedo boat that was going to take us across the Channel lay in the water black Shadow and the black night. We climbed aboard, stowed our gear on deck and moved toward the forward cabin. Tom and I exchanged looks. Neither of us liked this slight change in plans. Your new man is in here, captain. Let's have a look at him, colonel. For a moment, the bright lights of the cabin spilling out on the deck blinded me. Then I saw him. First I thought it was a gag. Until the guy turned. Until he made a stiff bow from the waist. Until he said, good evening, gentlemen. I'm Lieutenant Karl Mueller of the German Reichswehr. Then I knew it wasn't a gag. He belonged in that uniform he was wearing. It was all his. Every Nazi stitch of it, right up to the death's head insignia on his left shoulder. Herr Miller, this is Captain. Captain Link Daggart. And this is Corporal Barnes of the British army on detached service with the oss. It is a pleasure to meet you gentlemen. Is it? Well, Palmer, may Barnes and I speak to you alone? All right, Daggett. I will go out on deck. Well, Dagan? Well, do we have to say it, sir? You must know how we feel about this. I'll say it, Link. Sir, I don't like the idea of taking a Jerry with us into Nazi territory. Do we have to do it, colonel? You volunteered for this mission, Barnes. You don't have to do anything. Yes, but Daggett and I can do the job, sir. Without a Jerry? You can do it faster with him, corporal. And we've got to start hitting those sub vents as quickly as possible. Miller will be valuable to you in obtaining information from his former fellow officers. Must have a lot of faith in this Nazi, sir. He's not a Nazi. He's a German. Is there a difference, sir? Yes. Even when he was an officer in one of Hitler's pet divisions. Colonel, through no choice of his own, Daggett Miller was captured by the British in North Africa two years ago. He's been working as an interpreter for the OSS for 18 months. He's been thoroughly screened. We have faith in his story that he's always been opposed to Hitler. Well, he could have been lying to you, sir. Just waiting for a chance like this. A chance to get back to German territory. He could have been, but we don't think he was. Yeah, but if he were, sir, Barnes and I are a couple of dead ducks. He'll sell us out the minute we get across the Channel. That's quite true, Daggett. And that's the chance you'll both have to take. We could have backed out, but we didn't. You never do. So we headed across the Channel. One Englishman, one American and one German. I don't know what the German was thinking. He didn't say much. But the Englishman and the American were thinking it was gonna be a one way trip. Just before dawn, the torpedo boat put us ashore below Santa's Air. We stood listening to a motors die away. Then I turned and walked up to Lieutenant Carl Mueller. I lifted his Luger out of its holster and he didn't say a word. I broke the gun open. There were 12 rounds in the clip and one shell in the chamber. I dropped the clip in my pocket and handed the gun back to him, the shell still in it. Danka. Here, Capitel, you learn. I left you one shell. If anything goes wrong, you may need it. That is, if you're on the level. I will use it on myself rather than fall into the hands of the Nazis. Yeah, I know you will if you're on the level. If you're not, though, you'll think twice about using it on us. You see, you couldn't get both of us with one shell. You understand? Yeah, I understand, Herr Capitaine. It was just a phony gesture, of course. He knew as well as I did that it didn't mean a thing. Country was occupied by a half million of his countrymen. He could wipe us out like stepping in a bug if he wanted to. Dawn was breaking when we left the beach. We started inland to keep our rendezvous with Philippe Martin, the Maquis agent who was to set us up with a base of operations. Must have made quite a picture. Two men dressed as French peasants trudging along behind a Nazi officer. We kept to the fields and moved along hedgerows as much as we could. Then we came to a highway. German army lorry rumbled by while we squatted behind the hedgerow and held our breath. Looks all clear now, Link. Yeah. Yeah. We'll cross one at a time. You first, Mueller. Yeah. Here, Capitaine. He got over the hedgerow and out onto the highway. It was halfway across. Tom and I straightened up to follow him. And we saw it. We dropped down again. A German reconnaissance car swinging around the bend in the road. It stopped a few feet from Mueller. He looked at the Nazis, they looked at him. We looked at both of them through the hedgerow and waited. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. It was in the lift of his voice. It was in the smile on his face. There was no mistaking it. Karl Mueller was back with his buddies. Karl Mueller was home. Link, let's get away from her. Make a run for a long hedgerow. For what? He tips off those Krauts, we won't get 10ft. Yes, I. I guess you're right. Well, if we go, I'm taking Jerry with us. I'd had the same idea. I'd already sneaked my revolver out of my coat. We drew a bead on that stiff Prussian back. And we did some more waiting. Crouching and waiting until. Well, Hitler. I'll hit them all right, Herr Captain. It is safe for you to come out now. We went out, but not before we'd exchanged another whisper. Not before Barnes said what we were both thinking. Maybe the Colonel was right. LinkedIn. Maybe the Jerry's on the square. Or maybe he's just smarter than we thought. What do you mean? Smart enough to use us for bait. That was it. Bait. Why get rid of us so fast? We weren't that important. He could get rid of us whenever he wanted to. And he'd only want to after we'd served his purpose. After we jeopardized the French marquis by exposing them to him. Yes. After we'd sent a lot of Yankee and British flyers to their death. We joined Mueller and continued on to our rendezvous point. There was nothing I could do about it. Mueller had been assigned as a member of the mission. So far, it acted like one. Don't knock off a fellow agent unless you're sure. All right, link. We're just 6km east of the beach now. Yeah, this patch of woods must be the place. What do we do now? Here, Capitaine? Nothing. Just wait. Wait for what, monsieur? He stepped out from behind a bush as silently as a shadow. But shadows don't carry tommy guns. You were expecting someone, monsieur? Yeah. Man named Philippe Martin. I am Philippe Martin. Well, then you know who we are. I'm afraid not, monsieur. If there were two of you, I would know. But not three. There was a last minute change of plans. A very great change since it made room for a Nazi officer. Look, not all men who wear Nazi uniforms are Nazi officers. True, monsieur, but all Frenchmen know a Nazi when they see one, in or out of uniform. Why is this man here? That tommy gun was shoving in Amula's chest. I had to talk fast. I explained who the chairman was. I said the OSS trusted him. The OSS may trust him, monsieur, but I trust no German. That makes no difference. My orders are that Muller is a member of this mission. Let's get going. You hear me, Martin? Very well, monsieur. Follow me. Where are you taking us? To my Farm. You will set up your radio in my barn. Is it safe? Safe? Why don't you ask your friend, Herr Mueller? Two hours later, Tom had his transmitter set up in the loft of Philippe Martin's farm a few miles outside San Jose. With your permission, Herr Capitaine, I will leave now. Yeah. You know what you'd do, Mueller? Yeah. Yeah. With these forged orders Colonel Palmer gave me, I will be able to secure all the necessary information about submarine pens in the San Jose area. If you want to. I hope, Herr Capitaine, I will be able to prove to you that I do want to. We hope so, too, Mueller. All right, get going. Expect you to contact us daily, we don't hear from you. Link, someone's at the door. Who could that be? Philippe. Philippe. It is all right, monsieur. It is my sister, Marie. She is also a loyal member of the. Marquis Marie Martin wasn't just a loyal Maquis member. She was a beautiful one, too. I wouldn't have had a look at her to know it. I'd only have had a look at Tom Barnes as her brother introduced her. This is my sister, Marie. Monsieur Marie. Captain Daggetts. Captain, go for Barnes and. And Herr Lieutenant. A German here? Lieutenant Mueller is a prisoner of war, mademoiselle, working for the oss. He is a Nazi. An ex Nazi, Mademoiselle, the only ex Nazis are dead ones. Philippe, throw this pig out of here. Wait a minute, Mademoiselle. Your brother and I have had all this out. Philippe has agreed to. You have no right to agree. This is as much my farm as it is his. I will not have a Nazi on it. All right, all right. Inasmuch as Mueller's just leaving for San Jose on a mission. You are sending him on a mission? You must be out of your mind. Capita, I. I think your brother and I have had all this out. Philippe has agreed to. You have no right to agree. This is as much my farm as it is his. I will not have a Nazi on it. All right, all right. Inasmuch as Mueller's just leaving for San Jose on a mission. You are sending him on a mission? You must be out of your mind, Capitan, I. I think she has a point, Link. You remember that little discussion we had back on the highway about bait? Yeah, I remember it, Tom. And I'm pretty sure now that we were right. We have no more proof now than we did then. I would rather he would stay here, capitan, than see him go on a mission. Well, Herr Capitaine. Get going, Mula. Blink your Mickey. Enough Time. You will hear from me, Herr Capitaine. Oui. You will hear from him through the Gestapo. I wasn't sure she was wrong, and Tom Barnes was sure she was right. But then Tom's judgment wasn't to be trusted. Not where Marie Martin was concerned. Well, Tom, where you been? Oh, I. I took a walk with Marie down by the brook. You take a lot of walks with Marie, don't you? Why not? There's nothing to do but cool our heels until we hear from Mueller. And quite frankly, old man, I can't think of anybody I'd rather cool my heels with. And then we heard from Mueller. We heard quite a lot from him. And not through the Gestapo either. You must copy these maps immediately, Herr Capitaine. I must get them back to the Nazi headquarters before morning. You will find on them the location of the Nazi sub pens from St. Nazaire to Dunkirk. I copied the maps and deciphered the code symbols. Turned my report over to Tom to transmit to England. But Tom was stubborn. How do you know those maps weren't fake, Link? I don't. Maybe Mueller's using us just the way we thought he would. Well, maybe he is. Then why on earth send that stuff out? Because those are my orders and I'm going to obey them. Send it, Tom. We'll see what happens. Well, we saw what happened. At night. Off in the distance, a thousand searchlights stabbed the sky with black puffs of smoke. Everywhere the crowds were throwing up a curtain of flak that no air force in the whole world could penetrate. Next day, Mueller came back to the barn. By then, Tom had received the boxcar from England. 20 planes. You hear that, Muller? We lost 20 planes last night. I. I do not understand, Herr Corporal. Oh, no, no. You don't understand it at all, do you? They knew we were coming. They were waiting for us. But you don't understand it. You are implying, of course, that I betrayed you. But I give you my word. His word. The word of a Nazi. Are you perhaps convinced now? I told you we should have listened to her, Link. Easy, Tom. It is too late, of course, to save those 20 planes. It is not too late to stop other raids, as of course. He's right, Link. I'll radio Colonel Palmer this minute, Capitaine. Well, Mueller, I. I have another map if you wish to look at it. All right. Let's see it. I. I would prefer to show it to you alone. Alone? Why, you pig. I'm a German. Filthy scum. Are you suggesting there's anyone here but yourself who can't Be trusted. Lock Muller. You're in no position to make such a request. Have something to show me you can show to me here. Very well, Capitaine. He had something to show me all right. A detailed chart of the biggest sub pens along the whole coast. I knew it was worth any risk to try to smash those pens. But Tom Barnes didn't know it. He needed a lot of convincing. He insisted that shot was bait. Just bait. It turned out he was right. Next week was a nightmare. Eight planes at Ostend, six at Cherbourg. Nine at Le Havre. Everywhere we struck, the Krauts were waiting. Operation Sellout, Tom and I called it. We had a name for lighting at Mula too. Tom wasn't around. The night I reached a decision, I went looking for him. Down by the brook of course was a bright moon. I saw two figures as I approached. Then the two figures became one for a moment. I love you, Marie. Oh mon cherdon. You must not say it. In France today there is no place for the word love. Maybe not my darling. But when the war is over, I'm going to ask you to marry me. Tom. Link. What are you doing here? Get back to the barn. I want your radio Palmer, to call off the raids. At last you have come to your senses, Capitan. What about Mueller, Link? We'll forget Mueller. It's almost a week since we heard from him. We don't even know where he is. But we can guess. No, Capitain. He is in Berlin. Probably receiving a medal from his Fuhrer. Tom and I had to work fast once it dawned on the Germans that there'd be no more raids. They'd be after us. We radioed the Colonel canceling the raids. Telling him we thought our mission was over. Six hours later came the answer. The Colonel thought otherwise. Good Lord. We can't be serious, Link. He's serious all right. He still wants to smash those sub pins at Sanders Air. Since they couldn't do it from the air, they're going to do it from the ground. With a commando raid. Yeah, commando raid. A hit and run attack where coordination and split second timing were everything. Tom and I were to be the inside men. Big job. Yeah, but this time we didn't have two strikes against us. No, because this was one clambake that Karl Mueller wouldn't know anything about. What do we do first, Link? Contact the local leader of the Maquis. We'll let him know what's happening and he'll give us a safer place to roost. But how do we contact him? Well, Philippe, will know him. Oh, Philippe St. Ron. Wait a minute. How about Marie? She might know too. Right. Go get her. He went to find Marie. I packed up the radio and the other equipment. I heard the door open. I thought he brought it back. I was wrong. Good evening, Herr Capiteo. Mueller. I didn't expect you to show your face around here again. I heard in Sanaser that the raids have been canceled. I was afraid you and Corporal Barnes might be on your way back to England. We're packing now. Oh, I. I am not to go back with you. Then there's only one place you're going, Mueller. So put your gun away here. Capitaine. You do not need to kill me. Since you are leaving me here, I shall make use of the one shell you so kindly left in my revolver. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you will. You couldn't bear to be left behind with your Nazi pals, could you? Weren't from my gun. Those shots, I didn't know where they were from. I didn't wait to find out. I hit the floor, dragging the candle off the table with me. The barn went black. I lay there for a second. Then from outside, I heard. Let's have some light, Link. I think I got him. Tom had fired the shots. When I'd lit the candle again, I saw he was wrong. The doorway where Mueller had been standing was empty. Mueller was gone. I. I was sure I hit him, Link. All right, never mind. We got something more important to think about. The Mueller. He told Marine. Louis. Capitan. He told me you wish to see the local Marquis leader. That's right. Can you take us to him? May we, Capitain? I will arrange for you to meet Monsieur Etienne. She said it would take until the next evening to arrange it. Tom and I cleared out of the farm and holed up in a patch of woods where we'd first met Philippe. Of course, it had to start raining just before dark. Marie showed up in the woods. Is done. Capital. Monsieur Etienne will be waiting for you at 8 o'. Clock. The room behind the village cafe. Good work, Marie. You're going there with us, aren't you, darling? No, mon cher. I must return to Monsieur Etienne. But I will be waiting for you at the cafe. She was standing in the doorway when we got there at 8. She led us around the bank into a small, dirty, dimly lit room. Bonsoir, messieurs. He rose from his chair and stood behind the table. Monsieur Etienne was a small, dark man. His eyes were shifty and calculating. The kind of eyes you often find in a Head that has a price on it. My apologies, monsieur, for not seeing you sooner. I was at my headquarters in the hills. I had to walk down. The roads were wet and muddy. No apologies necessary, monsieur. Mercy. Mademoiselle Martin informs me you wish the assistance of the Maquis. We need plenty of assistance. British commandos are planning a raid on the port of Saint Nazaire. Commando raid on Saint Nazaire. Those eyes of his grew wider. They grew bright. He stepped from behind the table, but he shouldn't have, because that was when I saw his boots. They were clean and polished. There wasn't a speck of mud on him. And yet he'd walk through the mud. From his headquarters in the hills. He said, is something the matter, Cavitin? He knew something was the matter, all right. He knew what it was, too. He saw my eyes on his boots and he understood. His hand went under his coat, but it never came out. Because that was all I needed. Link, for the love of heaven, one shot did it. He grabbed at his stomach and he slumped to the floor. Good Lord, Link. What's the idea? He's dead. Yeah. That's one collaborator less collaborator. Sure that's all he was, Tom. Nazis planted him here to find out about our new mission. Yes, but they didn't know we had a new mission. You said Mueller thought we were packing up to go back to England. That's right. He did. Well, then, who could have? I started to tell him, but I didn't have to. He saw it for himself, Murray. A look on her face confirmed it. A look on his face is the kind of thing you don't like to remember. That was all she needed. She bolted for the door and threw it open. I took one wild shot at her. I missed. Before I could fire again, she was gone. She knows about the raid, Link. We've got to stop her before she gets to the Germans. There's no telling which way she went. Tom, we'll split up. You go that way and I'll. Good Lord. The shielding was Marie. Come on. Ran down the dark alley behind the cafe. The end of it. We found her lying face down in the mud. She's dead, Link. Yeah, but. But who shot her? I did. Here. Corporal Mueller. I'm so sorry, Herr Barnes. I know how you felt about her, but she was our enemy. She had to die. But how did you know Mueller? I finally found the Frenchman who trusted me here, Capitaine. His name is Monsieur Etienne. You mean that was his name. You see, he thought I was a Nazi, too. He confided in me. I. I say, Mueller. Jahe Koppel. Look here. I. I ought to tell you. What I mean is. I. I don't know how to say it. I. I'm sorry. I don't trust. Do not say it, please. I. I understand. Your Capitaine. Yes, Milan. I have used that one shell you left in my revolver. I. Well, I wonder if you would permit me to have one more. No, I won't. No, not one more. Carl. I'm giving you back the whole clip. That same night, we contacted the real leader, the Maquis. Two weeks later, the commando struck it in his air. They wiped out that sub pen. When they went back to England, Tom Barnes and I went with them. And so did our friend Carl Mueller. And once again, the report of another OSS agent closes with the words mission accomplished. Listen again next week for another true adventure from the files of the OSS on cloak and dagger. Paired in today's cloak and dagger adventure as Captain Daggett was Carl Eastman, Tom Barnes, Ian Martin, Carl Mueller, Louis Van Rutten, Marie Louise Erickson, Etienne Raymond, Edward Johnson, Martin Arnold Moss, and the Nazi, Carl Weber. The script was written by Ken Field and music was under the direction of John Garth. Sound effects by Manny Siegel and John Powers. Engineering, Don Abbott. Today's OSS adventure was based on the book Cloak and Dagger by Corey ford and Alistair McVay. This program is produced by Louis G. Cowan and Alfred Hollander under the direction and supervision of shaman marks. Three chimes mean good times on NBC. With stays under $250 a night, Vrbo makes it easy to celebrate. Sweater weather, book a cabin with leaf views or a home with a fire pit for nights with friends. With stays under $250 a night, find a home for your exact needs. Book now@vrbo.com welcome back. This was an interesting episode. I think that our hero's suspicion of Mueller is definitely understandable. Now, certainly his superiors had trusted Mueller enough for this assignment. On the other hand, you can recall the episode a few weeks back where the OSS agent in the Netherlands convinced the Nazis he'd gone over to their side. I talked about the danger when you're in war and emotions are high and you've got propaganda going that you can believe your own propaganda. And the idea of an enemy switching over to your side can be quite comforting. And so you might have had this same thing happening here, only with the Allies. And of course, there's a huge emotional bias. Now, the captain explained that not everyone who wore a German uniform was a Nazi, AKA a Nazi party member or committed to Nazi ideology. But it wasn't something he said with a whole lot of conviction. And American propaganda at the time rarely if ever acknowledged this fact. In fact, I think even to this day, there's a very widespread idea that everyone who served in the German military was a committed follower of Hitler and of the Nazi ideology. I even had to correct a computer program that stated that Rommel was a Nazi. Now, obviously there were a lot of committed Nazis in the German military and various branches of it, but there were also many conscripts, and the number of conscripts in the German army increased as the war went on. And not all of those people were there because they loved Hitler and supported Nazi ideology. Some had been or their families had been members of opposition political parties before Hitler abolished them before the November 1933 elections. Now, that nuance might be realistic, but it's not particularly helpful. In wartime. It makes it easier to kill the enemy if you imagine all combatants monolithically as enthusiastic supporters of the Fuhrer. And for practical purposes, if a German soldier is pointing a gun at you, it really doesn't matter if they backed the Social Democratic party in the March 1933 elections. But the existence of someone like Mueller with no ideological loyalty to Hitler and forced into the military for some reason and willing to help out the Allies is certainly something that you can believe happened. All right, listener comments and feedback and just a brief comment over on Spotify from Dr. Whodunit definitely becoming one of my favorites. Well, I'm glad you're enjoying Cloak and Dagger and I want to thank our Patreon Supporter of the Day. And I want to thank John patreon Supporter since September 2015, currently supporting the podcast at the Secret agent level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, John. That will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. 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