Marcel remembered when this card had been written. He had typed it himself on a battered Olivetti in a basement office beneath the Quai des Orfèvres. The information had come from a source inside the Organisation Armée Secrète — the fanatical group of French military officers and settlers who had fought against Algerian independence and now, in their rage and desperation, had turned their guns on their own president.
: The final, tense culmination during the Liberation Day ceremonies in Paris.
The old bookshop on Rue des Saints-Pères had no sign above its door. No window display. No bell to announce a customer's arrival. It simply existed, like a stone in a river, unnoticed by the current of Parisian life rushing past it.
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