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Paris, Île de la Cité, May 1799 -------
Towards the beginning of the afternoon, Adeláire
arrived at Café Théâtre, as desired. As the sun still shone from a cloudless
sky, the terrace in front of the café was well filled and she had to push past
busy tables and chairs. The twilight inside did the eyes well and the Assassin
looked around from the entrance. When her gaze fell on the staff in the
look-out, he pointed silently towards the staircase in the back. Dorian seemed
to expect her in private rooms on the first floor. Adeláire was not sure if she thought this was good or not. With tightened
shoulders she stepped up the path and looked again searchingly.