This is an autobiography, which to my mind lends it an air of authority. I find myself a little frustrated, though, in teasing out the actual details of what the guy really *did*. His style is very formal and reserved--it's a bit like listening to a news report from the 1940s. You have a little trouble listening past their clipped, mid-twentieth century BBC newsreel accents, and it doesn't quite seem real.
Still, it's a wonderful story of heroism and dedication. Donald Caskie was the minister of the Scottish Church in Paris at the onset of the Second World War, and instead of fleeing back to England as the Nazis invaded, he set himself up in Marseilles in the Seamen's Mission there, working in connection with the French Resistance to clothe, feed, and hide Allied soldiers, seamen and airmen--eventually sneaking them out of France and to safety in various other places.
Caskie was inevitably captured; he spent months in various prisons and narrowly escaped a death sentence.
There were two moments in the narrative that really tickled me. The first was when, during his escape from Paris, a bunch of Frenchmen accuse him of being a German spy. They let him off when they discover among his few personal effects a Bible and a kilt. He writes: "It was the latter, not the Bible, that did it. No German would have carried a kilt; only a Scot would pack one at a time when France was falling about his ears." I remember my Scottish neighbor (when I lived in England) saying that if his house was on fire the one thing he would rescue was his kilt!
The other thing was this "Major X," the first visitor to call on Caskie after he moves into the Mission in Marseilles. Major X, never named, is described as "A tall, fair-haired young man...[who:] did not so much make an entrance to the Mission as manifest himself in my room... Turning towards the sound, I saw a tall slim figure immaculately dressed.... 'Please forgive me, Padre,' said my young visitor, 'for disturbin' you at this unearthly hour, and for entering your room without being announced.... The work in which I am presently engaged compels me to be very cautious...'"
At which point he hands Caskie a visiting card... Caskie recognizes a "familiar signature." The slim blonde gentleman says he's an intelligence officer and gives Caskie a list of useful contacts, watches Caskie memorize them, destroys the list, and leaves with a "slightly mischievous" smile and "a wave of the hand, half-salute, half-salutation."
Undoubtedly the name on the card has to be PETER DEATH BREDON WIMSEY, don't you know?