by Burl Barer
Malone chuckled, insisted he didn't care about anything in the paper except the entertainment page, and allowed that this fabulous book must indeed be the famed Costello Treasure.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," confirmed Simon, "The rare photos were duplicated from the private collection of Olav Lunde, formerly belonging to his father who accompanied Barrymore and his guests on those excursions. In fact, the senior Mr Lunde was captain of the Infanta and he took the original pictures; the handwritten text from the Infanta's log book was replicated from the original historical document found only in Foss Maritime's private collection."
Barney Malone ran his fingers over the gift with manifest appreciation and admiration, but he didn't quite understand the connection between the glamorous stars of Hollywood's distant decades and a fleet of tugboats or ocean-going barges.
"Foss? What do Tugboat Annie or Marie Dressler have to do with Dolores Costello?"
"Absolutely nothing,' admitted the Saint, and the uniformed crewman summoned them to the dining room for a elegant King salmon buffet.
And it was while the four men sat around the dining table savoring salmon prepared to perfection, that Simon Templar thumbed through Barney's gift, selected a particular page of interest, and offered it to Malone.
"Take a good look at this picture of Barrymore, and tell me he doesn't look exactly like you," instructed the Saint.
"We already established that I more resemble Ethel than John," replied Barney, but he took a good look anyway. He looked again; he looked at Simon; he looked again, then he tossed his bald head back and laughed with glee. The absolute delight being derived by Mr Malone momentarily mystified Conway and Quentin who beseeched an explanation. Barney handed them the book.
The photograph showed John Barrymore, Dolores Costello, and two equally famous guests seated in the Infanta's dining room. Everything in the photo was identical to their own immediate surroundings. Barney Malone sat in John Barrymore's chair.
"This is it," laughed Barney, "this is the treasure of Dolores Costello. The Thea Foss is the Infanta!"
"Originally commissioned by John Barrymore as a gift for Dolores Costello and named in honor of their baby daughter," elaborated the Saint, "it was built in Long Beach, California by Craig Shipbuilding Company for the sum of $225,000, and designed by well-known naval architect Ted Geary. But even the rich and famous fall on hard times, and in the late 1930's the ship was repossessed and sold to the Lowe family, Alaska salmon packers who changed her name to the Polaris. The U.S. Navy took her over shortly after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in '41 and renamed her the Amber. After the war she became a geological research ship, and finally, in 1950, acquired by Foss, lovingly restored, and is now the Thea Foss. She's a true treasure, alright -- the Treasure of Dolores Costello."
Barney Malone was no longer seated before the remains of his scrumptious salmon. He was dancing on deck, striking a great, joyous, and exuberant profile.
2
After the hub-bub concerning the clandestine tape recording of Dexter Talon terminating the existance of Salvadore Alisdare quieted down, Surush Josi eventually noticed and retrieved the tiny piece of paper from the morgue's floor, examining the rough-edged rectangle carefully. It was torn from sturdy stock typical of high society invitations. The embossed design was familiar, meaningless, and identical to the stick-man character decorating a certain Volvo wagon seen on his way to work. At the end of his eventful shift, the scrap of paper traveled home in his jacket pocket. A few days later, Surush inadvertently rediscovered it while enjoying a reunion dinner with his cousin, Suniel, at Portland's stately Benson Hotel.
The little stick figure also meant nothing to Cousin Suniel, but both agreed that someone more knowledgeable of the peculiarities of Western popular culture could explain the logo's significance. Someone, perhaps, such as the handsome gentleman with tanned piratical features and brilliant blue eyes treating a certain witty scriptwriter to the promised dinner of her choice.
"According to Box Office Magazine, The Pirate just replaced Until Death as the number one movie in America," commented the Saint, amazed at the cinema habits of the American public. He was about to offer further insights into art, literature, and politics when he was interrupted by a rather rotund Nepalese gentleman who looked vaguely familiar.
"I saw this design on a car and then I see it on this, but I don't know what it is," said Josi plaintively, holding the scrap out for investigation.
The Saint was honestly surprised.
"Where did you find this?"
"I found it on the floor at work,' replied Josi, "I think it means something, yes?"
Simon's female guest looked at the logo and made an amusing face which the Saint ignored.
"What do you do for a living?" asked Simon Templar.
"I work at the Seattle Morgue," Josi answered proudly.
The Saint smiled and shook the man's hand.
"And I'm sure you do a fine job with the deceased," intoned Simon, "I promise to send you all my business."
"Everyone says that," responded Surush undeterred, "you know what this is or not?"
"Its called the Sign of the Saint, and it stands for a certain brand of justice. You don't see it as much you used to, but it is a powerful talisman."
"Talisman?" Cousin Suniel did not know the word.
"Good luck," explained Surush, and they both smiled.
The two related Nepalese thanked the handsome couple and headed happily for the cash register. Simon Templar could not resist one last parting bit of advice, calling out in a happy, melodious voice.
"Watch for the Sign of the Saint. He will be back."
They nodded; the Saint laughed, and his dinner guest rolled her eyes.
Barney Malone joined them for coffee a few minutes later, and drew Simon's attention again to the rewarding box office figures of The Pirate.
"You realize what this means, Simon," enthused Malone, "The Pirate II looms on the horizon. There is a clause to that effect in the contract, and the sooner the better. You better ask the hotel if they have a typewriter you can borrow and then pray for inspiration."
The Saint's eyes danced with mischief.
"I'm not the least bit concerned about inspiration," he asserted confidently, looking past Barney's shoulder at the familiar form of an auburn haired woman of astonishing beauty striding gracefully across the Benson Hotel lobby towards the registration desk. She caught sight of him as well, flashing a smile warm enough to increase his tan.
"I have all the inspiration a man could need," said the Saint, "In fact, I can see the sequel from here."
Table of Contents
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6