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...wagons-lits rode an elderly intriguer, Prince Barbu Stirbey of Rumania, and his elegant daughter, Princess Elise, wife of a British major. When control officers at the Levantine frontier saw the special British laissez-passer, they moved on quickly to the next compartment. Chained to Prince Stirbey's wrist as he slept that night was a small, red dispatch case containing, so it was said, Rumania's terms for quitting...
...childhood (letter stealing, perversion), had once been fined for improper dealing in narcotics. They whispered that his rue Caumartin office was well-known among women of the Paris demimonde. In Paris Soir a Madame Parisinot told how she had recently called on Dr. Petiot for treatment of a swollen wrist. Like the Bluebeard of the fairy tale (see cut), the Bluebeard of the rue Le Sueur had a magnetic eye. But otherwise, with his lime-stained hands and rough work clothes, he looked like a bricklayer...
...interrogation at No. 19 Moellergaten went on, the prosecutors tried a new persuasion: wide metal cuffs, slipped around wrist and knee, with a wing-nut attached, to press against an inner cuff like a brake band. When a pipe-length was applied to the wing nut for leverage, bones cracked like walnuts. With care, occasional recesses and dashes of cold water in the face, the pressure could be prolonged up to 48 hours. Gestapoman Rediess hoped his trick would serve to get the address of every illegal printing plant in Norway. Outside the muffling walls, the unwitting crowds continued...
...Ronson cigaret lighter; one Waltham wrist watch; one U.S.-made nail clipper; a colored picture of a tiger (possibly picked up during the Malayan campaign); a helmet with hollow pads in which was secreted a girl's photograph; a mosquito headnet ful of rice. . . . One other item lying near by turned out to be a white silk shirt, made in Sydney. Don't ask me what a Nip would be doing with a white silk shirt...
...whoopee sounded above their heads. "Eas ily, gracefully as a jumper on skis, Bastineau came down the chimney's broad, wooden shaft, his arms spread like a diver's, his eyes and teeth pure white and savage in his face." His heel snapped de Vaudois's wrist with a crack, his hand snatched a pistol, pumped bullets through the Nazi's heart. "So-vengeance," he snarled. Old Cousin Perrin shuffled in with food for the lovers. "The goat cheese is fresh," he observed, pulling the corpse into the passage. "This is just the beginning...