"Love," announced a disillusioned gendarme of Toulouse last week, "is like a banana peel. The best of us is sure to slip on it." "One must draw a lesson," agreed his colleague in a fast change of metaphor, "and the lesson is that for the police, love is a two-edged weapon. We must use it, yes, but we must be careful of it."
These sage remarks were retrospective, and referred to the case of handsome young Inspector Pierre Debard, counterespionage agent of the Surveillance du Territoire. A onetime reporter who often chafed under the...
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