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"In these devaluable days," Simon Templar said, "you don't just take your money and stash it away in some nice sturdy bank, or you may very well find yourself with a nice sturdy bank full of waste paper." "Knowing your reputation, Monsieur Templar, I can well believe that you have several bank vaults full of such waste paper," said Marcel LeGrand. LeGrand's smile, which appeared through the thicket of his black moustache and beard like the moon seen rising through a forest, was the smile of a salesman certain that however much money his customer has at the moment, he is going to have considerably less before he leaves. The bushy-faced art dealer's hand caressed the gilded frame of one of his salon's more expensive offerings as he spoke. |