Place Beauvau, ParisGaston stops, as usual, in the arched entrance of the Place le Beauvau. He hands Matt the sealed envelope. “You will need this again, monsieur.”
Matt, finds a new French Security Pass inside.
An armed gendarme officer examines his pass. Then gestures to his colleague to raise the barrier.
* * *
Marcel, strides out the lift and across to reception. “Monsieur Jensen, pleased to meet you again.”
“Let me escort you up to Mademoiselle Bouche’s office.”
“Merci Marcel,” said Matt.
“How was your journey from London?”
“Quite pleasant, my train was on time, only took just over two hours from St Pancras, London to the Gare du Nord. Gaston took me to my hotel to check-in. So, yes, a good trip.”
“Here we are again,” Marcel knocks softly on the door and opens it.
“Monsieu
