There's a rain-soaked mattress on a concrete slab, only half-covered by the crumbling…

No answer comes. Not even a whisper on the water.

YES.

I could take the shot.

The wind blows suddenly. The clear surface of the water shudders. Yes. This is it.

This is where the shot came from...

On the right...

The red chimney and collapsed rear wall of the four-story tenement in front of the Whirling-in-Rags -- Rue de Saint Ghislaine 10.

Got you. [Leave.]

There's a firing slit in the wall in front of you. Like a little window...

Touch the concrete first.

Quite old, and grimy from years without cleaning by anything other than the rain.

Look through the hole in the concrete.

"This looks like a good place to aim from..." The lieutenant looks around. He steps closer with his hand on his gun.

This is B triple prime -- on the island... A nest.