Guy De Montfort grew up in provincial France. His father owned a small bakery in the tiny village of Sans Deluere. The family was hard working, loving and typical of the lower middle class citizens in post war France. It was quite obvious from a very early age that Guy was destined for a future far beyond the confines of village life and at the age of fifteen he left Sans Deluere for Paris to work in a small hotel. The Hotel Momarte, had witnessed his fathers brother arrive under similar circumstances when he had just turned twelve years of age some forty years before, he was now Head Concierge. Guy started at the bottom, graduating from lift attendant through to bellboy, kitchen porter to second chef and eventually head receptionist. He learned to speak fluent English and at the age of twenty-one he was given the post of manager.
The career of Guy De Montfort during that point in time in France could only be described as meteoric. It would generally take a working lifetime to accomplish the success that Guy had enjoyed in just a few short years. But there were several factors that were most definitely in his favor.
Upon meeting the young Guy everyone was instantly struck by his remarkable good looks, which were combined with an easy manner that both men and women found irresistible. Women adored him, which was a virtue that Guy took full advantage of for he too idolized women.
The owner of the hotel, Miseur Ligure was sixty-four but the ravages of the years of war spent in occupied France had aged him prematurely. His life was simple, the income from the hotel, (which enjoyed relatively mild success,) was enough for him to relax and leave the worrying to the managers and accountants. The only irritant in Miseur Ligures life was his younger wife Maxine, who he had married hastily and now as the proverb suggests he was learning to repenting at leisure. Madam Ligure was thirty-five and at the time that her husband had asked her to marry him some five years hence, she thought that all of her prayers had been answered. The initial years were tolerable, there was money enough to spend and being the wife of even a minor Paris hotelier carried with it many advantages. But as so often happens with the passing of time Madam Ligure became accustomed to, and then quickly bored with her new found life style.
The boredom was soon to be relieved in the person of Guy De Montfort whose youthful attributes were immediately evident to the frustrated Madam Ligure. Guy Learned a lot more than the hotel trade during his time at the Hotel Momarte.
Life was good but as so often happens, “All good things come to an end.”
The finale when it came was abrupt and violent. The inevitable jealousy that his rapid elevation through the hotel’s ranks had naturally spawned made Guy an easy target. Word of the affair between him and the owners’ wife soon filtered back through the staff to Miseur Ligure.
It was not difficult in Paris for even a minor businessman to arrange for a team of heavies with the explicit intention of paying Guy De Mountford an un-scheduled late night visit.
Guy De Montfort regained consciousness in the public ward of a suburban Paris hospital. He had been professionally beaten and was lucky to have only sustained concussion; two broken ribs a broken collarbone and several shallow knife wounds. After four days he was released from the ward. The police had paid him a visit, but simply went through the routine of logging the matter, taking a short statement and writing a brief report which apportioned the blame to muggers. Guy was content to let the matter end there.
He took stock of his situation. Upon his departure from the hospital he has been surprised to find that there was a holdall in the bedside locker which contained a few of the essential contents from his room at the hotel. Clothes, some personal articles, his chequebook and passport. It was clear that he could never again work in Paris.
After allowing time for the more noticeable of his wounds to heal he presented himself at the office of the Navorone Steamship Company and signed on as a waiter. Within a week he was called for and the next day he left the country of his birth on the SS France to open a new page in his life.
Guy De Mountford made two Trans-Atlantic crossings on the SS France on the third he jumped ship in New York the date was 23rd of February 1976.