ABSTRACT
We were having lunch at La Vernue, deep in the countryside near Vichy. André Borie and his family had been my warm and generous hosts for several days. I said to my friends, “It won't be long before I am taken into custody,” but they were a little skeptical. “Why would they bother arresting you? The trial is being held right here in Riom. 1 The authorities will know exactly where to find you, since you notified the Minister of the Interior yourself.” 2
