Baudet was surprised. “Why, no. I apologise if I have misled you, but I have come to Grimaud’s shop for a different reason.”
The man frowned and his lips tightened at Baudet’s words. “For what reason, then, may I ask?”
“From the first moment I set eyes on your cards, I made a promise to myself that, one day, I would create cards as beautiful as yours. My friend mentioned the Tarot of Marseilles and the location of your premises, so I could think of no better place to begin. Would it be possible for me to see the methods you use to produce them. I should be extremely grateful?”
Grimaud scratched his chin and pursed his lips, unsure whether to agree or not. At length, he spoke: “In all the years I’ve worked here, you are the first person to make that request. Most infrequent, I’d say, but
