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“ ‘A Marcia de Muneghu,’ ” Remi said

“What?”

“The doorbell chihu’ The March of Monaco It’s the national anthem here”

Sauidebooks on the plane, did we?”

“When in Rome”

The door opened, revealing a rail-thinnavy blue slacks and polo shirt “Mr and Mrs Fargo, yes?” His accent was British He didn’t wait for a reply, but merely stepped aside and tipped his chin

They stepped into the foyer, which was siyptian slate on the floor and a soft Mediterranean blue plaster on the walls A silver-fralish Sheraton painted demi-lune console table

“My na the door “The mistress is on the veranda This way, please”

They followed him down the hall, past the formal rooms to the private half of the house, then out a pair of French doors onto a mul titiered deck made from polished burled walnut

“You’ll find her there,” Langdon said, gesturing up a set of stairs that wound along the villa’s outer wall “If you’ll excuse h the French doors

“My God, look at that view,” Re Sam joined her Below an e tropical shrubs lay the breadth of the Mediterranean, a carpet of indigo stretching beneath a cloudless sky

A feht I never tire of either”

They turned A woman in a plain white sundress and sunflower yellow broad-brimmed hat stood at the top of the steps This was, they assumed, Yvette Fournier-Desuessed her to be older than forty Beneath the hat her face was tanned, but not baked, with barely perceptible laugh lines around a pair of hazel eyes

“Sa down the stairs, hand outstretched “I’lish was excellent, with the slightest trace of a French accent

They shook her hand in turn, then followed her up the stairs and around the back to an open-air sunrooauze curtains and appointed in teak chairs and chaise lounges A large, sleek brown and black dog sitting in the shade beside one of the chairs started to rise upon seeing Saain at his mistress’s soft, “Sit, Henri” Once they were all settled, she said, “I’m not what you expected, am I?”