Mrs. Benod's task is to hide the top secret information she received and wait for her own army to send someone to pick it up. For the sake of intelligence security, she thought of many ways, but she was always uneasy. Finally, she came up with a brilliant idea-hiding a small metal tube with information in a half candle and inserting it in the candlestick. Because the candle was placed on the conspicuous table, it deceived the German army's close search.
One night, three German officers broke into the house. After they sat down, a lieutenant lit a candle with information written on it and put it in front of the major officer. Mrs. Benod knew that if the candle was lit at the metal pipe, it would go out automatically, the secret of the candle would be exposed, and the secret information station would be destroyed, which also meant that the lives of their three families would come to an end. She looked at the two pale children and quickly took out an oil lamp from the kitchen and put it on the table. "Look, gentlemen, this lamp is brighter." Blow out the candles easily. A crisis seems to have passed.
The relaxed mood didn't last long, and the lieutenant rekindled the smoking wick. "It's so dark at night, I wish I had more small candles." He said.
Time is running out. At this time, the eldest son Jack stood up slowly. "It's cold. I'll go to the woodshed and get some firewood to make a fire. " As he spoke, he reached for the candlestick and walked to the door. Suddenly, the room became dark. Before catching up quickly, the lieutenant snapped, "Can't you use candles?" The candlestick that was taken back. Children are sensible. He knew that bad luck was coming. At the last moment of struggle, he calmly moved back to a bundle of firewood, made a fire and sat silently. The candle flickered and gave off a faint light. At this moment, it seems to be the most terrible thing in this room. Mrs. Benod's heart was in her throat, and she seemed to feel that the eyes of the German wolf were staring at the shorter and shorter candles.
Suddenly, my little daughter Jacqueline said to the Germans in a sweet voice, "Mr. Commander, it's late and it's dark upstairs. Can I take the light upstairs to sleep? " The major looked at the lovely little girl and said, "Of course. My family also has a little daughter about your age. " Jacqueline calmly picked up the candlestick, said good night to several officers and went upstairs.
The candle went out when she was in the room.
During the Second World War, there was a housewife in France named Mrs Bernard. There are only two children around her. In order to drive the German robbers out of the motherland, both mother and son took part in secret intelligence work.
Mrs. Benod's task is to hide the top secret information she received and wait for the Allied forces to send someone to pick it up. For the sake of intelligence security, she thought of many ways, but she was always uneasy. Finally, she came up with a brilliant idea-hiding a small metal tube with information in a half candle and inserting it in the candlestick. Because the candle was placed on the conspicuous table, it deceived the German army's close search.
One night, three German officers broke into the house. After they sat down, a lieutenant lit a candle with information written on it and put it in front of the major officer. Mrs. Benod knew that if the candle was lit at the metal pipe, it would go out automatically, the secret of the candle would be exposed, and the secret information station would be destroyed, which also meant that the lives of their three families would come to an end. She looked at the two pale children and quickly took out an oil lamp from the kitchen and put it on the table. "Look, gentlemen, this lamp is brighter." Blow out the candles easily. A crisis seems to have passed.
The relaxed mood didn't last long, and the lieutenant rekindled the smoking wick. "It's so dark at night, I wish I had more small candles." He said.
Time is running out. At this time, the eldest son Jack stood up slowly. "It's cold. I'll go to the woodshed and get some firewood to make a fire. " As he spoke, he reached for the candlestick and walked to the door. Suddenly, the room became dark. Before catching up quickly, the lieutenant snapped, "Can't you use candles?" The candlestick that was taken back. Children are sensible. He knew that bad luck was coming. At the last moment of struggle, he calmly moved back to a bundle of firewood, made a fire and sat silently. The candle flickered and gave off a faint light. At this moment, it seems to be the most terrible thing in this room. Mrs. Benod's heart was in her throat, and she seemed to feel that the eyes of the German wolf were staring at the shorter and shorter candles.
Suddenly, my little daughter Jacqueline said to the Germans in a sweet voice, "Mr. Commander, it's late and it's dark upstairs. Can I take the light upstairs to sleep? " The major looked at the lovely little girl and said, "Of course. My family also has a little daughter about your age. " Jacqueline calmly picked up the candlestick, said good night to several officers and went upstairs.
Just as she stepped on the last flight of stairs, the candle went out.