The Picture Thieves

October, 1962

Colonel Pierre Roquebrun emerged from his villa at nine o'clock on a certain bright, sunshine-filled Riviera morning, and walked down the path to his antique shop which was located one kilometer before the village of La Tourette on the road between Venice and Grasse.His thoughts were stray, diverse and contented as he let himself into the back door of the elegant shop: a pair of Sévres vases he hoped to coax out of a widow who lived in St. Paul; the Louis XIII saltcellar that must be sent off t...