at her sarcasm. "Does Eliza Larocque know Meagan Morrison is harmless?"
The tension that rose from her silence charged the room.
Finally, she said, "I don't know."
"She didn't send those men for the fun of it. We'd better find out. That could be a problem for Morrison and Sam, considering what just happened here."
"I'll deal with Sam. I need you to concentrate on Graham Ashby."
"How in the world did I get myself in the middle of this mess?"
"You tell me."
But they both knew the answer, so he simply asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Chapter Twelve
THIRTY-THREE
5:15 PM
THORVALDSEN WAS DROPPED OFF AT THE HÔTEL RITZ BY THE private car that had brought him north, from the Loire Valley, into central Paris. Along the way he'd worked the phone, planning his next move.
He fled the late-afternoon cold and entered the hotel's famous lobby, adorned with a collection of museum-caliber antiques. He especially loved the tale of when Hemingway liberated the Ritz in 1944. Armed with machine guns, the writer and a group of Allied soldiers stormed the hotel and searched every nook and cranny. After discovering that the Nazis had all fled, they retired to the bar and ordered a round of dry martinis. In commemoration, management christened the place Bar Hemingway, which Thorvaldsen now entered, the place still warmed by wooden walls, leather armchairs, and an atmosphere redolent of a different era. Photos taken by Hemingway himself adorned the paneling and some delicate piano music provided a measure of privacy.
He spotted his man at one of the tables, walked over, and sat.
Dr. Joseph Murad taught at the Sorbonne-a renowned expert on Napoleonic Europe. Thorvaldsen had kept Murad on retainer for the past year, ever since learning of Ashby's passionate interest.
"Single-malt whiskey?" he asked in French, noticing Murad's glass.
"I wanted to see what a twenty-two-euro drink tasted like."
He smiled.
"And besides, you're buying."
"That I am."
His investigators in Britain had telephoned him in the car and told him what they'd learned from the listening devices located in Caroline Dodd's study. Since it meant little to him, Thorvaldsen had promptly, by phone, provided that intelligence to Murad. The scholar had called back half an hour later and suggested this face-to-face.
"Napoleon's last will and testament definitely mentioned that book," Murad said. "I've always thought it an odd reference. Napoleon had some sixteen hundred books with him on St. Helena. Yet he went out of his way to leave four hundred to Saint-Denis and specifically name The Merovingian Kingdoms 450-751 A.D. It's the maxim of 'what's missing' proven."
He waited for the academician to explain.
"There's a theory in archaeology. 'What's missing points to what's important.' For example, if three statues have square bases and a fourth a round one, it's the fourth that's usually important. It's been shown over and over that this maxim is true, especially when studying artifacts of a ceremonial or religious nature. This reference in the will, to a specific book, could well be equally significant."
He listened as Murad explained about Merovingians.
Their leaders, starting with Merovech, from whom they took their name, first unified the Franks, then swept east and conquered their German cousins. Clovis, in the 5th century, eliminated the Romans, claimed Aquitania, and drove the Visigoths into Spain. He also converted to Christianity and declared a little town on the Seine, Paris, his capital. The region in and around Paris, which was strategically located, defensible, and fertile, came to be called Francia. The Merovingians themselves were a strange lot-practicing odd customs, growing their hair and beards long, and burying their dead with golden bees. The ruling family evolved into a dynasty, but then declined with astonishing rapidity. By the 7th century real power in the Merovingian world was held by court administrators, the "mayors of the palace," Carolingians, who eventually seized control and eradicated the Merovingians.
"Rich in fable, short on history," Murad said. "That's the tale of the Merovingians. Napoleon, though, was fascinated by them. The golden bees on his coronation cloak were taken from them. Merovingians also believed strongly in hoarding booty. They stole at will from conquered lands, and their king was responsible for distributing the wealth among his followers. As leader, he was expected to fully support himself with the fruits of his conquests. This concept of royal self-sufficiency lasted from the 5th to the 15th centuries. Napoleon resurrected it in the 19th century."
"Considering the treasure Ashby is after, you think this Merovingian book may be a signpost?"
"We can't know that until we see it."
"Does it still exist?"
Caroline Dodd