She knew her Pel by this time, with all his little pecularities, all his doubts and all his strengths. She had been taking a big risk, she realised now, when she had married him, but it seemed to work. A bell rang and Madame Routy appeared. Pel knew she was addressing him because she never addressed his wife in that manner. Madame Routy thought Madame Pel was a gift from Heaven, even if she regarded Pel as something the cat might have dragged in.
Terrorists running rampant through the streets? A visit by the President? Brigitte Bardot about to marry one of us? Darcy chuckled. One called Navarro.
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Serrano Navarro. What happened to the man who killed them? Has he been stopped? Not now. He had a car and he could be a hundred kilometres away by this time. And, on a Sunday morning, with nobody about, I dare bet nobody saw him going.
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Darcy laughed. Where is it?
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Big house as you enter the village. Local cop was called. Photography, Forensic, Doc Minet. When Pel arrived at Sorgeay-le-Petit, Darcy was waiting for him. The house was on the edge of the village, large, pretentious and expensive-looking. Police cars jammed the drive and the road outside was full of interested onlookers, men, women, children and dogs.
Pel frowned, but he weakly agreed to leave the decision for a later date. According to the experts, the best way to stop smoking was to avoid tension, but the Great Lord God of Stresses and Strains had long since adjudged that tension was something no policeman could avoid. He took the cigarette. It seems he was bodyguard to Navarro. But he was beginning to get on a bit — sixty-four last birthday.
Pel sniffed. What do we know about him? He took a degree in art at the Sorbonne. Not a very good one, but a degree nevertheless. He was an educated crook. Darcy agreed. He was believed to be involved in the theft of that Maillol manuscript at Reims seven years ago.
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He was never pinned down and the police never found the manuscript. He knows his way round art. Also getting on a bit. Fifty-nine and growing fat.
It seems Navarro kept him on his payroll as a bodyguard. Pel gave a small chilly smile. Darcy grinned. But Navarro had made his pile. We know that from the way he lived. Look at the house. Big ones. Darcy shrugged and led the way into the house. In the library there were signs of a struggle.
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Serrano Navarro, a heavy harsh-featured man with his haircut en brosse , lay on his back near the fireplace, a bullet wound in his chest. Desgeorges lay towards the back of the room, near an overturned armchair.
There was a wound in his shoulder and another under the chin. He was fat enough for his body to look as if it had spread — even oozed — sideways. Publisher: House of Stratus , This specific ISBN edition is currently not available. View all copies of this ISBN edition:. Synopsis About this title An unidentified, faceless corpse is discovered near a memorial dedicated to villagers killed by the Nazis.
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