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Le Coeur du Soldat was not on a street or a boulevard or an avenue.
Instead, it was in a dead-end alleyway around the corner and across from
a long-since-closed factory whose faded signs indicated a once
flourishing metallurgical refining plant in what had to be the ugliest
part of the city. Nor was the Soldat listed in the telephone directory;
it was found by innocently asking strangers where it was, as the
inquirer was to meet une grosse secousse at this undiscoverable pissoir.
The more dilapidated the buildings and the filthier the streets, the
more cogent were the directions.
Bourne stood in the dark narrow alley leaning against the aged rough
brick of the opposing structure across from the bistros entrance. Above
the thick massive door in square block letters, several missing, was a |