William considered it. 'No – except for one garment – the one you are wearing now. You will sew this letter into the corset, after Arnold has made a copy. When you arrive in Paris – exhausted, dishevelled, sans escort or luggage – you'll have a magnificent tale to tell, of how the cheesemongers molested you, slew your traveling-companions, rifled your bags – and yet you'll be able to produce one letter that you cleverly secreted in your undergarments.'