The entire bar erupted into chaos as the men in all of the other booths leapt from the shadows to reveal themselves as French secret police. It was a trap! I caught Walker’s eye for a moment, but he just shook his head ruefully, and turned away. “You bastard!” I shouted at him.
LAURENT: “Take him in!”
…I heard Laurent say, and the ring of police closed around me. Something struck me in the head, thrown from across the room. I looked down to see the globe bookend, where I had stashed my papers, spinning on its axis. My vision blurred, and the last thing I head was Laurent’s satisfied laugh as I was wrestled from my feet and clubbed into insensibility.