Chapter Seven
Shaking hands Fred took a roll of francs from Gustave Dupont. “And you will see Mademoiselle Bell receives it?” he asked, seeking an assurance. “Two thousand francs, yes?”
“Of course,” Fred assured the man. “I have some deductions of course, agent’s fees and the like, not to mention a passport. Then I will give her the remainder.”
“Passport?” Gustave asked, concerned. “She is not illegal is she? Because...”
Fred proved quick to respond. “Lost Gustave. Careless and she lost it.”
The man seemed relieved.
“And she is happy to work under the nom de guerre Elise you say?”
“Like all good artists.”
“Good. I will call you with the date and time when it is finalised.”
The pair parted company, Fred quickly downing his brandy before leaving the bar.
An hour later Fred passed h
