Chapter 37

Ian lifted it carefully from the very bottom of the box. The cover was worn blue gingham, faded so much as to make its pattern nearly invisible. He opened it carefully on account of the near-to-crumbling yellow pages. He read the inscription first: “To my darling on the occasion of her birthday, December 25. With my deepest love and affection, Anton.”

Ian was delighted. This was the original Anton Beaumont, founder of the family fortune. Ian began scanning the pages quickly, being careful to turn each with great care. The entries, by Anton’s wife (Ian had hoped at first for a mistress), were mundane, similar to Anton Beaumont the third’s—descriptions of dinners and what happened when.

But then things began getting interesting.