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Sa for Monsieur Müller Is he at home?”

“Yes, of course May I ask what this is about?”

They’d already discussed this and decided honesty was the best course Remi replied, “We’d like to talk to hien”

The wo Clearly her grandfather had told her about his ti the door open, she walked down a hall and disappeared around the corner They heard muffled voices for a minute, then she reappeared “Please, come in My name is Monique This way, please”

She led the in a rocking chair in front of a muted television tuned to France’s version of the Weather Channel He wore a gray cardigan buttoned up to his throat, and his lap was covered in a blue and yellow argyle blanket Completely bald, his face heavily wrinkled, Müller watched theh a pair of placid blue eyes

“Good estured with a tre hand to a floral-patterned couch across from him “Please Can I offer you some coffee?”

“No, thank you,” Remi answered

“Monique tells me you found Ilsa”

“Ilsa?” Sam asked

“It’s what I nas a few months after we left Bremerhaven You found her in the cave, in Rum Cay?”

Re and ca on the bottom, in almost pristine condition”

“She’s still there?”

Sam smiled “Well, no, not exactly There was aprobleht call an escape raft”

“I don’t understand”

“The main entrance collapsed We rode the 77—”