‘Bodies don’t wander about all by themselves.’ The next morning, after the first sluggish moments of regaining consciousness, he was suddenly struck by a detail which had hitherto escaped him. He lay quite still, his features drawn, his brain in a whirl. Yet it was quite a simple little detail. Mireille’s identity card was in her bag, which was still there in the house at Enghien. That meant that, if she were found, there would be no means of identifying the body. Supposing the thieves had dumped it somewhere. That was the point—where do they take unidentified bodies? To the Morgue, of course. Ravinel washed and dressed perfunctorily, then rang up the Boulevard Magenta to ask for a few days off. No difficulty. Then he looked in the telephone directory for the address of the Morgue. Unable to find it, he remembered that its official name was now the Institut Médico-Légal. And there it was—Place Mazas, that is to say at the end of the Quai de la Rapée, just opposite the Pont d’Austerlitz.
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