40His skin was so brown he was practically unrecognizable. When he spoke to Christophe, the taxi driver at the railway station, Christophe did a double take.
“Chief?” Christophe said, wonderingly.
“That’s right,” said Ben Dufort. “Do I look that different?” he laughed lightly.
“Well, yes! Very fit, I’ll say that. I heard you were hunting elephants in Malaysia.”
“Not hunting, though I did ride some while I was there.”
“Was it secret police business?”
“No, as you might remember, I resigned quite a while ago.”
“Well, I did hear that,” said Christophe. “Was hoping you’d just gone undercover or something.”
“Afraid not. Listen, will you take me to Rémy’s? I’d like to get cleaned up and then go over to Chez Papa. Will you wait for me?”
“Sure, Chief, whatever you say. Elephants, huh?”
Mo
