title: Everyone had their part.  Mine was to leave. I showed them how to scramble the records.  To cover their tracks.
story: Everyone had their part.  Mine was to leave.  My brother-in-law
  is in Paris, I daresay he'll get there all right--for a poor soldier
  like myself, I know it's useless to try toI showed them how to scramble the records.  To cover their tracks.  I think she
  did that without me."  Her voice grew unsteady.  "Not long after, and I
  heard from other sources, that the firm