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It took tremendous physical strength to handlethe jack hammers. They were so low in the water that Manfred had totoss the bow mooring-line up to one of the men on the jetty above him. Theystrolled with arms linked along the footpath on the riverbank and underthe fabulous bridges of the Seine. He was a bigred-faced man named Lourens, with the look of a heavy drinker.

Itdawned upon him and his grin was triumphant. They trudged forward and every pace required a conscious effort. They both glanced up as Manfred came out of thedarkness, and when Lothar saw his son's expression he stuffed thenotebook into his pocket and stood up quickly. He was unawareof her gaze, relaxed and charming, but there was silver in his hair,shining silver wings above those sticky-out ears she