THERE is a letter for you, monsieur,&rdquo; said the concierge of the H&ocirc;tel du Soleil et de l&rsquo;Ecosse.<br />He was a shabby concierge sharing in the tarnish of the shabby hotel which (for the information of those fortunate ones who only know of the Ritz, and the Meurice and other such-like palaces) is situated in the unaristocratic neighbourhood of the Halles Centrales.<br />&ldquo;As it bears the Paris postmark, it must be the one which monsieur was expecting,&rdquo; said he, detaching it from the clip on the keyboard.