In the Gare de Lyon flashbulbs flared. Newshawks elbowed each other to catch a glimpse of the glamorous prisoner. The door of a third-class compartment in the Riviera express swung open and out stepped three gendarmes. Between two of them, walking daintily in her high, furred boots, her shoulders draped with mink, and her charming features concealed behind a heavy black veil, stepped Marga, the Countess d'Andurain, 51, globe-trotter and alleged secret agent. She had come back to Paris, this time charged with murder.
Daughter of a notary in southern France, Marga escaped from...
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