"Now, listen carefully," she said. "I want you to walk over to the safe."
"But the beams - "
"Don't worry. It will be all right." She fervently hoped she was right.
Hesitantly, Jean Louis stepped out of the infrared beams. All was quiet. He looked back at Tracy with large, frightened eyes. She was standing in the middle of the beams, her body heat keeping the sensors from sounding the alarm. Jean Louis hurried over to the safe. Tracy stood stock-still, aware that the instant she moved, the alarm would sound.
Out of the corner of one eye, Tracy could see Jean Louis as he removed some tools from his pack and began to work on the dial of the safe. Tracy stood motionless, taking slow, deep breaths. Time stopped. Jean Louis seemed to be taking forever. The calf of Tracy's right leg began to ache, then went into spasm. Tracy gritted her teeth. She dared not move.
"How long?" she whispered.
"Ten, fifteen minutes."
It seemed to Tracy she had been standing there a lifetime. The leg muscles in her left leg were beginning to cramp. She felt like screaming from the pain. She was pinned in the beams, frozen. She heard a click. The safe was open.
"Magnifique! C'est la banque! Do you wish everything?" Jean Louis asked.
"No papers. Only the jewels. Whatever cash is there is yours."
"Merci."
Tracy heard Jean Louis riffling through the safe, and a few moments later he was walking toward her.
"Formidable!" he said. "But how do we get out of here without breaking the beam?"
"We don't," Tracy informed him.
He stared at her. "What?"
"Stand in front of me."
"But - "
"Do as I say."
Panicky, Jean Louis stepped into the beam.
Tracy held her breath. Nothing happened. "All right. Now, very slowly, we're going to back out of the room."
"And then?" Jean Louis's eyes looked enormous behind the goggles.
"Then, my friend, we run for it."
Inch by inch, they backed through the beams toward the curtains, where the beams began. When they reached them, Tracy took a deep breath. "Right. When I say now, we go out the same way we came in."
Jean Louis swallowed and nodded. Tracy could feel his small body tremble.
"Now!"
Tracy spun around and raced toward the door, Jean Louis after her. The instant they stepped out of the beams, the alarm sounded. The noise was deafening, shattering.
Tracy streaked to the attic and scurried up the hook ladder, Jean Louis close behind. They raced across the roof and clambered down the ivy, and the two of them sped across the grounds toward the wall where the second ladder was waiting. Moments later they reached the roof of the van and scurried down. Tracy leapt into the driver's seat, Jean Louis at her side.
As the van raced down the side road, Tracy saw a dark sedan parked under a grove of trees. For an instant the headlights of the van lit the interior of the car. Behind the wheel sat Jeff Stevens. At his side was a large Doberman. Tracy laughed aloud and blew a kiss to Jeff as the van sped away.
From the distance came the wail of approaching police sirens.
Chapter 26
Biarritz, on the southwestern coast of France, has lost much of its turn-of-the-century glamour. The once-famed Casino Bellevue is closed for badly needed repairs, while the Casino Municipal on Rue Mazagran is now a run-down building housing small shops and a dancing school. The old villas on the hills have taken on a look of shabby gentility.
Still, in high season, from July to September, the wealthy and titled of Europe continue to flock to Biarritz to enjoy the gambling and the sun and their memories. Those who do not have their own ch胁teaus stay at the luxurious H?tel du Palais, at 1 Avenue Imp泄ratrice. The former summer residence of Napoleon III, the hotel is situated on a promontory over the Atlantic Ocean, in one of nature's most spectacular settings: a lighthouse on one side, flanked by huge jagged rocks looming out of the gray ocean like prehistoric monsters, and the boardwalk on the other side.
On an afternoon in late August the French Baroness Marguerite de Chantilly swept into the lobby of the H?tel du Palais. The baroness was an elegant young woman with a sleek cap of ash-blond hair. She wore a green-and-white silk Givency dress that set off a figure that made the women turn and watch her enviously, and the men gape.
The baroness walked up to the concierge. "Ma cl泄, s'il vous pla芯t," she said. She had a