“What is he like?”
Simon described him.
“There were so many,” Louvois said, “and under so many names. I do not recall him myself. I can make inquiries.”
“On the other hand, he may just as well have been a traitor.”
“There were many of them, also, and many of them also have thought it wise to change their names. But that might be a little easier to trace.”
Simon put down the envelope which he still carried, into which he had put the guidebook with the conveniently shiny cover which Olivant had handled.
“On the cover of this book,” he said, “are the fingerprints of this man. But cut off the top left-hand corner, which has my own prints.”
“That will make it very easy, if his prints are on record.”
“You still have friends at the Prefecture?”
“Naturally.”