We have to take the hit-man. But first he must be lured out.""Will you help me, Jean-Baptiste?""Of course," said Langarotti. "Whoever it is, it is not the Union. It is not my people, so I am your man."They spent close to an hour with a street map of Paris on the table in front of them. Then Langarotti left.During the day he parked his Marseilles-registered truck at an agreed prearranged spot. In the late afternoon Shannon went to the reception desk and asked the way to a well-known restaurant a mile away. He was within earshot of the hotel clerk who had been described to him by Langarotti. The chief receptionist told him where the restaurant was."Within walking distance?" asked Shannon."But certainly, m'sieur. About fifteen minutes, maybe twenty."Shannon thanked him and used the desk telephone to make a reservation in the name of Brown for ten o'clock that night. He did not leave the hotel all day.At nine-forty exactly, carrying his overnight bag in one hand and a light raincoat over the other arm, he left the hotel and turned up the street in the direction for the restaurant.
