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aff baker brought hiht as any pastry Bell had ever eaten With it was orange marmalade that was the perfect balance of tart and sweet He ate a proper breakfast at seven in the dining room, peopled at that hour with the most industrious of businessmen and intrepid of tourists

At seven-thirty, he closed himself off in one of the telephone booths just off the lobby and rang Henri Favreau

“You had a busy night, oui?” the Frenchman said when Bell identified himself

“Not sure what you’re talking about,” Bell replied coyly

“Oneanothertrain, and the body of a different man was found in a sewer”

Bell asked, “Has this made the papers?”

“Not yet,” Favreau told hiruesome finds until they know if there’s a connection Neither man carried identification but they were of a similar type”

“Yes Société des Mines guards who both deserve posthuet wind of this and alter his plans I have a location where he’s going to be sometime after ten-thirty”

“Gly?”

“Foster Gly He’s the lead thug for the Société I need to get word to one of the ”

He could hear the sizzle of Henri’s puttingdeeply on the first of fifty he’d smoke that day “Rest assured, my friend, since I have not heard of this h on the ladder to knohat I know Ach, high enough Not high enough on the ladder He will read about these deaths in this afternoon’s papers just like the rest of the city”

Bell felt reassured by Favreau’s reasoning “Okay I can buy that What do you know of an outfit called A C Bourgault?”

“They are a large chandlering coe warehouses in all the major French ports”

“Do they just provision ships?”