24. A sense of dread
A few days later I was sipping an extremely bitter coffee in a small Parisian café near the Jardin des Tuileries. I had taken rooms at the Hotel Regal on the Place des Pyramides, very near to the Rue de Rivoli. It was a fairly new hotel, and with five stories of rooms. I could remain fairly anonymous. It suited my needs perfectly. Sir Magnus had arranged my accommodation and my travel, as well as handing me a rather sizeable wedge of bank notes to pay for Louisa’s release.
The address supplied by the dastardly Raja was fairly close to my new residence, in a town house between the hotel and the entrance to the Louvre. I’d been keeping a watch on the house from the café where I was enjoying my bitter coffee, but I’d not seen a sign of anyone for days. The curtains had
