<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/><em>Harrumph!</em><strong>“du Monde!  Indeed I know of the woman.  All sorts of rumors abound.  Some attraction that opens a door to one’s mind.  Not hypnosis.  No, not that.  Her aura swirls, envelops, beguiles.  A modern day Svengali.  Or perhaps Rasputin.  The never ending evolvement of nefariousness in the feminine form now.”</strong>I shake my head and take another gulp of my drink.<br/><br/><strong>“Ursula, knowing my diamond background, brought the Red Alert to my attention.  My word!  You and du Monde—both identified by Interpol!  Then I saw the necklace that evening.  That party with the Jamesons.  Yes, when you were out of sorts at the party.  I recognized the stone, the national treasure.  If circumstances had been different, I would have arranged for a substitution.  Perhaps have the FAI matter ended before it started.  Who knows?”</strong><br/><br/>I think back to that evening.  The makeup and clothes.  So not Jaclyn.  I muse,<strong>“Is that it?  Were you beguiled?  du Monde’s doing?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Have you seen du Monde since the ‘incident’?”</strong>Perhaps this is where Jaclyn will share her confidence.  The poor woman!<br/>