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The two men employed by Peterson trailed the three friends to the ferry port and watched as they drove aboard the giant ferry. They then contacted Peterson and told him where the men they had been tailing were going. On being told that the three men were off to France, Peterson told his two men to go home, the task of tailing Rob and his friends would now be someone else’s responsibility.
Bourbon screamed with rage, he had hoped to be shot of the meddlers after their encounter with Lord Asbaritch. Unfortunately, for Rob and his friends, Bourbon also had contacts on the French side of the channel and he was soon in contact with the leader of such a group. After agreeing to a large fee that would ensure that the three friends would die on route from Cherbourg to wherever they were bound, Bourbon finally allowed himself a small rest period. He poured a large amount of his best Napoleon Brandy into a brandy glass, and then he sank back in a large armchair that was behind his large oak desk, and finally sitting comfortable, he drank his brandy.
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