Not since the R.A.F. bombed the gates in 1944 to free a batch of Resistance fighters had anyone escaped from France's grim, grey Amiens prison. It was just the quiet, safe place to send hulkingly handsome Léon Meurant, to await the summons to the guillotine.
Leon was a droll and imaginative fellow, the bored guards agreed. The French police had first become acquainted with Léon's imagination six years before, after they had found the nude body of a White Russian countess lying in the Paris-Brussels road. The countess, who had been strangled with a nylon stocking, was known to have left Brussels...
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