“Van Heugen.”
“Really! Monsieur Van Heugen, how do you expect me to credit such a fantastic tale? And these papers! Once I grab them, I suppose a horde of your SS men will come out of the woods and catch me still holding these papers in my hands!”
Jolivet got out of my car leaving the door open. A surprise awaited us both. André Mayot appeared with his gundog b***h. He was carrying a gun tucked under his arm. “You all right?” asked André to his friend. “So far, yes,” answered Jolivet with an ironic grin at my expense. I reckoned André Mayot had seen my car in the Chemin des Cerisaies and had decided to see for himself what I was up to. I got out of my car and ordered him to drop his gun. First he refused, saying I was trespassing on his property, which was true, thus giving him the right
