Hotel Crystal

At some Parisian lost-and-found, a mysterious manuscript scribbled onto stray bits of hotel stationary and postcards and stuffed into an abandoned briefcase comes into the hands of an editor, who claims to faithfully transcribe and assemble the random texts. On the face of it, these consist of fastidious descriptions of a series of hotel rooms in cities around the globe, but their world-weary writer, a certain Olivier Rolin, is also involved in a number of highly improbable international networks, populated by unsavory thugs and Mata Haris in distress.