"Perfectly," said Larue. "You want the same sort of micro-picture that we in the Maquis used to carry. Something that is small enough to be easily hidden and just big enough to be recognised by the naked eye. All that is easy."
"Good," said O'Mara. "Can you do all that and let me have the micro-photograph complete with the typescript on the back by to-morrow afternoon?"
"Yes," said Larue. "If I work all night to-night. And I shall be glad to do that."
"Excellent," said O'Mara. "Then I rely on the micro-photograph complete being delivered at the Villa Côte d'Azur by three o'clock to-morrow afternoon. Remember it is a matter of life and death."
Larue nodded. "It shall be done," he said. "You have the word of Jean Marie Larue."
O'Mara lit a fresh cigarette. He thought that it was a matte
