b you want me to do?'Merlin said quickly and quietly: 'A client wishes to go from Brittany to Liechtenstein. Others wish him not to go. Shooting is possible. You wish to help him get there?'I pulled out a cigarette and lit it and blew smoke at a model's ankles. 'How was he planning to get there? Plane? Train? And what are you paying for this?''I would say twelve thousand francs – nearly one thousand pounds. I would suggest by car; it is more simple, more – more flexible. And there are frontiers to cross – or you have forgotten where Liechtenstein is?'The far side of Switzerland, between it and Austria. And what's this lad doing in Brittany if he should be in Liechtenstein?'The trumpets tooted again and the models drifted away Next scene: dresssportif.Henri said: 'He is not in Brittany now. He is on a yacht in the Atlantic. He cannot reach Europe before tomorrow night, and the nearest point he can reach is Brittany. C'est très simple. You take him from there to Liechtenstein. The problem is the others who know also where he is and that he must be in Liechtenstein very soon.'It didn't sound like just the only problem to me – not like twelve thousand francs-worth of problem, anyway.'I've only heard of two good reasons for going to Liechtenstein,' I said. 'One is to collect the new postage stamps they do every year. The other is to set up a tax-dodging company. Your man doesn't sound like a stamp collector.'He chuckled gently. 'His name is Maganhard.''I recognise the fortune. Not the face.''Nobody knows the face. There is one passport photograph only – just one – taken eight years ago. And not in France.''I'd heard he was something to do with Caspar AG.'He spread his hands. 'One hears anything about such men. I cannot tell y
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