It seemed like an age until the diminutive figure of the baker’s boy appeared in the distance, a basket over his arm. Adrenaline pumping, Baudet broke his cover and beckoned him over. Recognising him from their initial meeting, the lad approached.
“Morning, M’sieur.”
“And to you. I take it you are not again too behind with your deliveries to spare me a moment of your time?” He pushed his hand into his tunic pocket and rattled the coins in his purse. The boy raised his eyebrows at the sound and smiled,
“Always got time for a gent like you, M’sieur.”
“Just as well. Now, listen carefully. You will earn a coin when you have carried out a most important errand for me.” From the bag he withdrew one of the cards. “When the maid answers the door of number 26, you are to hand her this card. Use
