“The two men have been traveling together,” Thomas continued. “My associate, David Perkins—he used to be my top aide at the Yard, retired the same time I did, wonderful, talented man—reports that the footman, who has changed his name to Sebastian Tremaine, has a large briefcase that he keeps with him all the time.”
“And you think the jewels are in the briefcase?”
Thomas nodded with assurance. “Quite certain. What else could it be?”
“Constantin’s music?”
“Kick.”
“I’m sorry, Thomas. This just all seems so far-fetched to me.”
“I know, it sounds crazy, but it’s not. Here’s what I’d like you to consider—you don’t have to say yes or no right this minute. I’d simply like you to give it some thought. Constantin is giving a private charity concert in St. Moritz in a week, and I thought that would be a good place for you to start.”
“St. Moritz, Switzerland? In February? You know I never even go outside when it’s cold.”
“I need you to.”
“Why doesn’t your associate, what’s his name—David—just steal the case?”
“Nobody can get near these men. Constantin has so many bodyguards, it’s like a small army.”
“What makes you think I could get through?”
“If anybody can, Kick, it’s you.” Well, he was right, of course. “You’re our only hope.”
“But … Switzerland?” I cringed.
He nodded. “It’s all taken care of.”
“What does that mean, ’taken care of’? How?”
Thomas had cast his line and now he sank the hook. “There’s a large suite reserved in your name at Badrutt’s Palace Hotel. We’ve also made train reservations for you to St. Moritz via Zurich, very comfortable, a private compartment—I know how much you love the train. As far as expenses go, the sky’s the limit. Spend whatever it takes.” He looked at me. “Will you think about it, Kick?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good.” He sat down and picked up his book. He was completely relaxed. His message delivered.
I, on the other hand, who had been so relaxed and happy, watching the snow from my cozy little living room, sipping my hot toddy, was now all a-spin.
How could he just sit there and read when the queen’s jewels were missing? I wish I understood more about men.
I put down my sewing, picked up my mug, and headed for the kitchen. “Pick out a wine, will you?”
“I’ll be right there.”
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