I'm going away for a few days to Morocco for business. My flat is there for you should you want to stay a night or two. Also, I hate to ask you, but I can't very well trust anyone else... Stashed away in the living room bookcase, third shelf up from the bottom, fourth book in from the left; that book is hollowed out. Inside is a pouch of money. In case I am caught and arrested, I need you to bail me out... I don't know how long the glamour will last. You understand what I mean.