Chapter Fourteen
The White Peacock
A recovered Estephe Bernard wasted no time in pursuing the plan of campaign which he had mentioned to Inspector Michalak.
Less than forty-eight hours after quitting the house of the murdered Fontaine I found myself bound by a taxi along a road in the 11th Arrondissement t upon strange enough business.
Or progress had slowed as we now traversed a road of stalls of various produce flanked either side of me as, along with the areas shoppers, I listened through the taxi’s open windows to hawkers, most of them Jewish, acclaim the rarity and unparalleled value of the bargains which they had to offer and, allowing for the difference of costume, these tireless Israelites, heedless of climatic conditions, might well have stood, not on a somewhat a squalid Pari
