Near suburban Barbizon, spiritual home of the world's greatest landscape painters, Mayor Roger could contain himself no longer last week. The village plumber had been to the Villa Ker Monique to repair pipes. He had found it barricaded with barbed wire and guarded by two fierce watchdogs. He had been locked in the room in which he worked. The village postman added the sinister fact that no mail ever came to Ker Monique. A courier on a motorcycle came there every day from Paris. With Stavisky, international spy rings, and rumors of brewing civil wars to inflame French imaginations,...
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