10
When the policeman had left and they had eaten a little lunch, Helen spent the afternoon reading. Day had failed to sleep during the siesta hours and was not in a good mood when he appeared on the balcony at the hour of aperitifs.
“Gin?“ he muttered.
“Looks like you need one, Martin.”
“I didn’t sleep. I’ve been on the laptop for the last hour, and you might be interested in what I’ve found. However, we also have a problem.”
“Oh? Let’s move indoors, I’ve got chilly sitting out here. Then you can tell me what the problem is.”
Martin prepared the drinks with generous quantities of gin and ice, placed them on a small table, and lowered himself into an arm chair.
“First, I looked into this Frenchman, Emil Gautier. Nothing on the Internet, but then I wouldn’t really expect anything, gi
