are here, of course, about the terrible tragedy that
has happened on our little island. Poor Monsieur Stanley."
"When do you plan to release the body?" George asked.
Capitaine Duval sighed. "Ah, I am afraid not for many,
many days. There are a great number of forms to fill out in
the case of a man as important as Monsieur Stanley. There
are protocols to be followed, you understand..."
"I suppose, I do," George said.
"Perhaps ten days. Perhaps, two weeks." By then the
interest of the press will have cooled down.
"Here's my card," George said. He handed Capitaine
Duval a card. The capitaine glanced at it, and then took a
closer look. "You are an attorney. You are not a reporter?"
"No. I'm Robert Stanley's attorney." George Brown rose.
"I want your authorization to release his body."
"Ah, I wish I could give it to you," Capitaine Duval said,
regretfully. "Unfortunately, my hands are tied. I do not see
how..."
"Tomorrow."
"That is impossible! There is no way ..."
"I suggest that you get in touch with your superiors in
Paris. Stanley Enterprises has several very large factories in
France. It would be a shame if our board of directors decided
to close all of them down and build in other countries."
Capitaine Duval was staring at him. "I ... I have no
control over such matters, monsieur."
"But I do," George assured him. "You will see that Mr.
Stanley's body is released to me tomorrow, or you're going
to find yourself in more trouble than you can possibly
imagine." George turned to leave.
"Wait! Monsieur! Perhaps in a few days, I can..."
"I said tomorrow." And George was gone.
Three hours later, George Brown received a telephone
call at his hotel.
"Monsieur Brown? Ah, I have wonderful news for you! I
have managed to arrange for Mr. Stanley's body to be
released to you immediately. I hope you appreciate the
trouble ..."
"Thank you. A private plane will leave here at eight
o'clock tomorrow morning to take us back. I assume all the
proper papers will be in order by then."
"Yes, of course. Do not worry. I will see to..."
"Good." George replaced the receiver.
Capitaine Duval sat there for a long time. Merde!
What bad luck! I could have been a celebrity for at least
another week.
When the plane carrying Robert Stanley's body landed
at LAX International Airport in Los Angeles, there was a
vehicle in which coffins are transported, waiting to meet it.
Funeral services were to be held three days later.
George Brown reported back to Frank Harold.
"So the old man is finally home," Harold said.
"It's going to be quite a reunion."
"A reunion?"
"Yes. It should be interesting," he said. "Robert Stanley's
children are coming here to celebrate their father's death.
Thomas, William, and Carmen."
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