He gave the footman a neutral nod of thanks as he was admitted, and Lucien bowed slightly as he came face to face with Jacques. The sheaf of papers was now tucked in one of his pockets, and Lucien’s smile was polite as he greeted the other man.
“Monsieur Belmont.”
The only sign that he was nervous—what if Belmont did not know anything about Chrétien’s whereabouts?—was the slight set of his jaw as he introduced himself, “My name is Lucien Régnier… My brother Chrétien has spoken very highly of you.” He spoke directly, but he was inwardly cautious.