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CAROLINE TO EXPLAIN. SHE WAS CLEARLY enjoying herself.

"If the legend is to be believed," she said, "only Napoleon knew the location of his cache. He trusted that information to no one we know of. Once he realized that he was going to die on St. Helena, he had to communicate the location to his son."

She pointed to the fourteen lines of writing. "'To King Dagobert and to Sion belongs the treasure and he is there dead.' It's quite simple."

Perhaps to someone with multiple degrees in history, but not to him.

"Dagobert was a Merovingian who ruled in the early part of the 7th century. He unified the Franks and made Paris his capital. He was the last Merovingian to wield any real power. After that, the Merovingian kings became ineffective rulers who inherited the throne as young children and lived only long enough to produce a male heir. Real power lay in the hands of the noble families."

His mind was still on Peter Lyon and Eliza Larocque and the threat they posed. He wanted to be acting, not listening. But he told himself to remain patient. She'd never disappointed him before.

"Dagobert built the basilica at Saint-Denis, north of Paris. He was the first king to be buried there." She paused. "He's still there."

He tried to recall what he could about the cathedral. The building had first been constructed over the tomb of St. Denis, a local bishop martyred by the Romans in the 3rd century, and revered by Parisians. An exceptional building in both construction and design, regarded as one of the first examples of Gothic architecture on the planet. He remembered a French acquaintance once boasting that the world's greatest assembly of royal funerary monuments lay there. Like he cared. But maybe he should. Especially about one particular royal tomb.

"Nobody knows if Dagobert is actually buried there," she made clear. "The building was first erected in the 5th century. Dagobert ruled in the mid-7th century. He donated so much wealth to the basilica's enhancement that, by the 9th century, he was credited as its founder. In the 13th century, the monks there dedicated a funerary niche in his honor."

"Is Dagobert there or not?"

She shrugged. "What does it matter? That niche is still regarded as the tomb of Dagobert. Where he is. Dead."

He caught the significance of what she was saying. "That's what Napoleon would have believed?"

"I can't see how he would have thought anything else."

MALONE STARED AT THE LAPTOP AND THE SINGLE WORD, DISPLAYED in all caps, emphasized by three exclamation points.

BOOM!!!

"That's interesting," Stephanie said.

"Lyon has a bomb fetish."

The screen changed and a new message appeared.

WHAT IS IT AMERICANS SAY?

A DAY LATE AND A DOLLAR SHORT.

MAYBE NEXT TIME.

"Now, that's aggravating," he said, but he saw more than frustration in Stephanie's eyes and knew what she was thinking.

No Paris Club. No Lyon. Nothing.

"It's not all that bad," he said.

She seemed to catch the twinkle in his eye. "You have something in mind?"

He nodded. "A way for us to finally catch this shadow."

ASHBY STARED AT A PHOTO OF DAGOBERT'S FUNERARY MONUMENT that Caroline found online. A Gothic flair dominated its busy design.

"It depicts the legend of John the Hermit," she said. "He dreamed that the soul of Dagobert was stolen away by demons, eventually snatched from their clutches by Saints Denis, Maurice, and Martin."

"And this sits inside the basilica at Saint-Denis?"

She nodded. "Adjacent to the main altar. It somehow escaped the wrath of the French Revolution. Prior to 1800, just about every French monarch was buried in Saint-Denis. But most of the bronze tombs were melted down during the French Revolution, the rest shattered and piled in a garden behind the building. The remains of every Bourbon king were dumped into a nearby cemetery pit."

That wild vengeance made him think of Eliza Larocque. "The French take their anger quite to heart."

"Napoleon stopped the vandalism and restored the church," she said. "He again made it an imperial burying place."

He caught the significance. "So he was familiar with the basilica?"

"The Merovingian connection surely attracted his interest. Several Merovingians are buried there. Including, to his mind, Dagobert."

The suite's door opened and Guildhall reappeared. A discreet nod told Ashby that the Murrays were on their way. He'd feel better when surrounded by loyalists. Something would have to be done about Eliza Larocque. He could not be constantly glancing over his shoulder, wondering if today was the day she finally caught up to him. Perhaps he could make a deal? She was negotiable. But he'd tried to