The Mole’s Writings In The Grey Notebook Ii
i 1889In the dusk of the evening, the Eiffel tower resembled the skeleton of one of those saurian creatures in the Parisian Musée d’Anthropologie. Various countries’ flags tied to the big masts around the tower floated in the wind.
Detective Raymond Cambronne stood on the Champ-de-Mars and watched the drumming masses on the square.
“A suitable night for pickpockets, Cambronne,” someone said behind his right shoulder. Cambronne turned around.
“Mangin,” he said. “I’ve told you before: you definitely should’ve been a detective. A man who’s able to sneak up on someone like that is a natural investigator, no doubt about it.”
Alain Mangin had the impression that he could smell the excitement of the people who had flocked together to witness the op
