Suite 312 at the Hфtel du Palais had a panoramic view of both the ocean and the city. From every window Tracy could watch the waves crashing against the timeless rocks protruding from the sea like drowning figures. Directly below her window was an enormous kidney-shaped swimming pool, its bright blue water clashing with the gray of the ocean, and next to it a large terrace with umbrellas to ward off the summer sun. The walls of the suite were upholstered in blue-and-white silk damask, with marble baseboards, and the rugs and curtains were the color of faded sweetheart roses. The wood of the doors and shutters was stained with the soft patina of time.
When Tracy had locked the door behind her, she took off the tight-fitting blond wig and massaged her scalp. The baroness persona was one of her best. There were hundreds of titles to choose from in Debrett's Peerage and Baronetage and Almanach de Gotha. There were ladies and duchesses and princesses and baronesses and countesses by the score from two dozen countries, and the books were invaluable to Tracy, for they gave family histories dating back centuries, with the names of fathers and mothers and children, schools and houses, and addresses of family residences. It was a simple matter to select a prominent family and become a distant cousin - particularly a wealthy distant cousin. People were so impressed by titles and money.
Tracy thought of the stranger who had bumped into her in the hotel lobby and smiled. It had begun.
At 8:00 that evening the Baroness Marguerite de Chantilly was seated in the hotel's bar when the man who had collided with her earlier approached her table.
"Excuse me," he said diffidently, "but I must apologize again for my inexcusable clumsiness this afternoon."
Tracy gave him a gracious smile. "That's quite all right. It was an accident."
"You are most kind." He hesitated. "I would feel much better if you would permit me to buy you a drink."
"Oui. If you wish."
He slid into a chair opposite her. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Adolf Zuckerman."
"Marguerite de Chantilly."
Zuckerman signaled the captain. "What are you drinking?" Zuckerman asked Tracy.
"Champagne. But perhaps - "
He raised a reassuring hand. "I can afford it. In fact, I am on the verge of being able to afford anything in the world."
"Really?" Tracy gave him a small smile. "How nice for you."
"Yes."
Zuckerman ordered a bottle of Bollinger, then turned to Tracy. "The most extraordinary thing has happened to me. I really should not be discussing this with a stranger, but it is too exciting to keep to myself." He leaned closer and lowered 'his voice. "To tell you the truth, I am a simple school-teacher - or I was, until recently. I teach history. It is most enjoyable, you understand, but not too exciting."
She listened, a look of polite interest on her face.
"That is to say, it was not exciting until a few months ago."
"May I ask what happened a few months ago, Professor Zuckerman?"
"I was doing research on the Spanish Armada, looking for odd bits and pieces that might make the subject more interesting for my students, and in the archives of the local museum, I came across an old document that had somehow gotten mixed in with other papers. It gave the details of a secret expedition that Prince Philip sent out in 1588. One of the ships, loaded with gold bullion, was supposed to have sunk in a storm and vanished without a trace."
Tracy looked at him thoughtfully. "Supposed to have sunk?"
"Exactly. But according to these records, the captain and crew deliberately sank the ship in a deserted cove, planning to come back later and retrieve the treasure, but they were attacked and killed by pirates before they could return. The document survived only because none of the sailors on the pirate ship could read or write. They did not know the significance of what they had." His voice was trembling with excitement. "Now" - he lowered his voice and looked around to make sure it was safe to continue - "I have the document, with detailed instructions on how to get to the treasure."
"What a fortunate discovery for you, Professor." There was a note of admiration in her voice.
"That gold bullion is probably worth fifty million dollars today," Zuckerman said. "All I have to do is bring it up."
"What's stopping you?"
He gave an embarrassed shrug. "Money. I must outfit a ship to bring the treasure to the surface."
"I see. How much would that cost?"
"A hundred thousand dollars. I must confess, I did something extremely foolish. I took twenty thousand dollars - my life's savings - and I came to Biarritz to gamble at the casino, hoping to win enough to..." His voice trailed off.
"And you lost it."
He nodded. Tracy saw the glint of tears behind his spectacles.
The champagne arrived, and the captain popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into their glasses.
"Bonne chance," Tracy toasted.
"Thank you."
They sipped their drinks in contemplative silence.
"Please forgive me for boring you with all this," Zuckerman said. "I should not be telling a beautiful lady my troubles."
"But I find your story fascinating," she assured him. "You are sure the gold is there, oui?"
"Beyond a shadow of a doubt. I have the original shipping orders and a map drawn by the captain, himself. I know the exact location of the treasure."
She was studying him with a thoughtful expression on her face. "But you need a hundred thousand dollars?"