Through the Second World War days again, this time with Florrie Thatcher, a spunky, low-born Englishwoman and daughter Lizzie. Florrie had married a German violinist with whom she wont to live at Freiburg-im-Bresgau during the auroral Putsch days. He is liquidated by the Nazis and she quite naturally wishes to take Lizzie and return to England. The Reich demurs; the child is considered a German subject. When Florrie kicks up a fuss in Berlin, Lizzie is taken from her to be raised by the State. Frau Florrie is advised to return to England alone, but she '11 have none of it. Enter the Underground and a resistance worker named Georg. He agrees to snatch Lizzie back, if Florrie agrees to work with the movement. And os begins the years of liaison work, message running, deprivation, danger, and intermittent changes of identity--in the course of which Florrie falls in love with Georg and Georg with Florrie. He is captured in the Baltic while espying German rocket preparations. She must disguise herself as a nurse, slip into the Gestapo persuasion ward where Georg is about to be persuaded, get the information, and mercifully her lover to a painless death. Florrie dies, too, but the V2 missile information gets back to the Thames Sewed into Lizzie's Jacket lining.... A scene here mud there enlivens an otherwise mediocre and strangely attitudinized account. A sort of Mrs. 'Arris Goes to Buchenwald.