Lucien and Camille made their way to her apartment on Rue Chochin, close to the Sorbonne where she went to school. Located on the second floor, above an insurance company, it was a small flat on a quiet street, one that served her needs while in Paris. She led Lucien inside, the parlor overlooking the street, a bed and bath off to the side, the kitchen behind the parlor.
“We’ll leave the diamonds sewn in the satchels for now,” she said as she took him into the bedroom to a mahogany wardrobe. “But we’ll hide the uniforms.”
They changed into civilian clothes. She gathered their boots, folded their military clothes, and put them on the floor beside the duffle bags containing the diamonds. She pulled out the bottom drawer to the wardrobe, reached inside, all the way to the back, and undid a
