Chapter Thirty-Three
YOU HAVE a passport?" Diane asked.
"I always carry it with me in a strange country." And Kelly added, "And lately this has become one hell of a strange country." Diane nodded. "My passport is in a bank vault. I'll get it. And we'll need some money."
* * *
WHEN THEY ENTERED the bank, Diane went downstairs to the vault and opened her safetydeposit box. She removed her passport, put it in her purse, and walked back upstairs to a teller's desk.
"I would like to close my account."
"Certainly. Your name, please?"
"Diane Stevens." The teller nodded. "Just a moment, please." He walked back to a row of filing cabinets, opened a drawer, and started riffling through the cards. He pulled one out, looked at it a moment, then walked back to Diane. "Your account has already been closed out, Mrs. Stevens." Diane shook her head. "No. There must be some mistake. I have-" The teller put the card in front of Diane. It read "Account closed. Reason:
Deceased." Diane stared at it unbelievingly, then looked up at the teller. "Do I look like I'm deceased?" "Of course not. I'm sorry. If you'd like me to call the manager, can"No!" She suddenly realized what had happened and felt a small shiver. "No, thanks." Diane hurried over to the entrance, where Kelly was waiting.
"Did you get the passport and money?" "I got the passport. The bastards closed my bank account." "How could they-?" "It's very simple. They're KIG and we're not." Diane was thoughtful for a moment. "Oh, my God." "What now?" "I have to make a quick phone call." Diane hurried over to a telephone cubicle, dialed a number, and pulled out a credit card. A few moments later, she was speaking to a clerk. "The account is under the name of Diane Stevens. It's a valid-" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Stevens. Our records show that your card has been reported stolen. If you want to make out a report, we can issue a new card to you in a day or two and-" Diane said, "Never mind." She slammed down the receiver and walked back to Kelly. "They've canceled my credit cards." Kelly took a deep breath. "Now I'd better make a call or two." Kelly was on the telephone for almost half an hour. When she came back to Diane, she was furious.
"The octopus strikes again. But I still have a bank account in Paris, so I can-" "We don't have time for that, Kelly. We have to get out of here now. How much money do you have with you?" "Enough to get us back to Brooklyn. What about you?" "I could get us to New Jersey." "Then we're trapped. You know why they're doing this, don't you? To keep us from going to Europe and finding out the truth." "It looks like they've succeeded." Kelly said thoughtfully, "No, they haven't. We're going." Diane said skeptically, "How? My spaceship?" "Mine."
* * *
JOSEPH BERRY, THE manager of the Fifth Avenue jewelry store, watched Kelly and Diane approach and gave them his best professional smile. "May I help you?" Kelly said, "Yes. I'd like to sell my ring. It-" His smile faded. "I'm sorry. We don't buy jewelry." "Oh. That's too bad." Joseph Berry started to turn away. Kelly opened her hand. In it was a large emerald ring.
"This is a seven-carat emerald surrounded by three carats of diamonds, set in platinum." Joseph Berry stared at the ring, impressed. He picked up a jeweler's loupe and put it to his eye.
"It's really beautiful, but we have a firm rule here that-" "I want twenty thousand dollars for it." "Did you say twenty thousand dollars?" "Yes, in cash." Diane was staring at her. "Kelly-" Berry looked at the ring again and nodded. "I-er-think we can arrange that. Just a moment." He disappeared into the back office.
Diane said, "Are you crazy? You're being robbed!" "Am I? If we stay here, we'll be killed. Tell me how much our lives are worth." Diane had no answer.
Joseph Berry came out of the back office, smiling. "I'll have someone go across the street to the bank and get the cash for you right away." Diane turned to Kelly. "I wish you wouldn't do this." Kelly shrugged. "It's only a piece of jewelry? She closed her eyes.
* * *
IT'S ONLY A piece of jewelry?
It was her birthday. The phone rang.
"Good morning, darling." It was Mark.
"Good morning." She waited for him to say "Happy birthday." Instead he said, "You're not working today. Do you like hiking?" That was not what Kelly had expected to hear. She felt a sharp sense of disappointment. They had talked about birthdays a week earlier. Mark had forgotten. Yes.
"How would you like to go for a hike this morning?" "All right." "I'll pick you up in half an hour." "I'll be ready."
* * *
"WHERE ARE WE going?" Kelly asked, when they were in the car. They were both dressed in hiking outfits. "There are some wonderful trails outside of Fontainebleau." "Oh? Do you go there often?" "I used to go there when I wanted to escape." Kelly looked at him, puzzled. "Escape from what?" He hesitated. "Loneliness. I felt less lonely there." He glanced at Kelly and smiled. "I haven't been there since I met you."
* * *
FONTAINEBLEAU IS A magnificent royal palace, surrounded by sylvan forests, located southeast of Paris.
As the beautiful, regal estate loomed up in the distance, Mark said, "A lot of kings named Louis have lived here, starting with Louis IV." "Oh, really?" Kelly looked at him and thought, I wonder if they had birthday cards in those days.
I wish he had given me a birthday card. I'm acting like a schoolgirl.
They had reached the palace grounds. Mark pulled into one of the parking lots.
As they got out of the car and headed for the woods, Mark said, "Can you handle a mile?" Kelly laughed. "I handle more than that every day on the runway." Mark took her hand. "Good. Let's go." "I'm with you." They passed a series of majestic buildings and started into the woodland. They were completely alone, wrapped in a greenery of ancient fields and storied old trees. It was a sun-kissed summer day filled with itself. The wind was warm and caressing, and there was a cloudless sky above.
"Isn't this beautiful?" Mark asked.
"It's lovely, Mark."
"I'm glad you were free." Kelly remembered something. "Aren't you supposed to be working today?" "I decided to take the day off." "Oh." They were walking deeper and deeper into the mysterious forest.
After fifteen minutes, Kelly asked, "How far do you want to go?" "There's a spot up ahead that I like. We're almost there." A few minutes later, they emerged into a glade with an enormous oak tree in the center.
"Here we are," Mark said.
"It's so peaceful." There seemed to be something lightly carved on the tree. Kelly went up to it. It read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY.
She stared at Mark a moment, speechless. "Oh, Mark, darling. Thank you." So he had not forgotten.
"I think there might be something in the tree." "In the tree?" Kelly moved closer to it. There was a hollow place at eye level.
She put her hand inside and felt a small package, and pulled it out. It was a gift box. "What-?" Open it.
Kelly opened it and her eyes widened. In the box was a seven-carat emerald ring, surrounded by three carats of diamonds, set in platinum. Kelly stared at it, unbelievingly. She turned and threw her arms around Mark. "This is much too generous." "I would give you the moon if you asked for it. Kelly, I'm in love with you." She held him close, lost in a euphoria she had never known. And then she said something that she thought she would never, ever say. "I'm in love with you, darling." He was beaming. "Let's get married right away. We-" "No." It was like a whiplash.