Family Jewels

43

Stone helped Fred get Gala’s luggage into the Bentley, then took her in his arms. “I’m sorry you have to leave,” he said.

“I’ve had a wonderful time, but my screenplay is finished, and now I have to do some revisions and attend some production meetings in L.A.”

“I understand, I just don’t like it.”

“I want you to think of yourself as having a house in Santa Fe,” she said. “I’ll share anytime you can come.”

“What a wonderful offer! I’ll take you up on it.”

She kissed him, got into the Bentley, and was driven away by Fred.

Stone went back to his office. Paul Eckstein was due any minute with his report on the Fiske real estate. He looked at his watch, and as he did, Joan buzzed.

“Paul Eckstein is here.”

“Send him in.”

Paul entered Stone’s office and placed three leather-bound albums on his desk. “Here we are,” he said. “Shall I go over them with you?”

“Please.”

Paul took him through each of the three albums, showing him photographs of all the rooms of each house, along with shots of furniture and art that had been individually appraised. Paul handed him a bound report. “Here is the detail that supports the photographs. I think you’ll want to read it carefully in your own time, but I’ll give you the short version.”

“Please do.”

“We appraised the New York apartment at fifty million dollars. The Palm Beach house came in at thirty-six million, and the East Hampton house at thirty million, for a total of a hundred and sixteen million dollars, without the separately appraised pieces of art, of course.” He handed Stone some sheets of paper. “Here is a list of the pieces of furniture and art, keyed to the photographs in the albums, each with a range of predicted sale prices. At the mid-range sale price, the art and furniture from both houses and the New York apartment are valued at another thirty-six million dollars. That gives you a total value of the estate of a hundred and fifty-two million dollars. Again, that’s a mid-range valuation of both the real estate and the art.”

“I’ve had an offer of a hundred million for the three residences,” Stone said, “without some of the art.”

“That’s low, I believe. As for the furniture and art, some of it could go at lowball prices, while other pieces might attract competition at an auction and bring top dollar. Ms. Fiske’s jewelry and clothing are not included. There’s a separate sheet for what those might bring. There are some ball gowns and haute couture dresses that the Metropolitan Museum might like to have for their costume collection, if you want to donate them. Or they might bring a couple of hundred thousand dollars at auction.”

“How much is her jewelry worth?”

“Without the Bloch-Bauer necklace, around eight million dollars, sold at auction. Again, that’s a mid-level price.”

“This is very fine work, Paul,” Stone said. “Send me your bill.”

Paul took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Stone. “Here you are.”

Stone opened the envelope and looked at the bill. “This is acceptable. I’ll have Joan write you a check on the estate account.” He buzzed her and gave her the instructions. She brought the check in to be signed.

“I have one more thing for you,” Paul said, “a little surprise.”

“I love a surprise.”

Paul opened the larger of his two briefcases and took out a handsome box.

“What is it?”

“It’s the Blume box that the necklace was delivered in.” He opened it. “We found it in the closet, near the jewelry safe. It’s rosewood, lined in velvet, a tiny bit worse for the wear, but quite beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I do.”

“And it has a plate on the bottom with the Blume name and the date 1899.”

“The perfect companion to the piece. Sotheby’s will be thrilled.”

The two men shook hands, and Paul took his leave.

Stone called Nicky Chalmers, told him that the estate appraisals were in and that they should meet to discuss the matter.

Nicky and Vanessa came in that afternoon, and Stone went over the appraisals with them. “The estate makes you this offer,” he said. “You may purchase the three residences for a hundred and sixteen million dollars, furnished, with the exception of these pieces.” He held up the document. “You may purchase any of the pieces of furniture and art on the auction list at the projected mid-range price. I’ll leave you to look over the list.”

Stone left them alone in his study for half an hour, then returned.

“All right,” Nicky said. “We will buy the residences for a hundred and sixteen million, and I’ve checked the pieces of furniture and art we’d like to purchase, as well.” He handed Stone a sheet of paper. “We make the total eleven million dollars for the furniture and art, a hundred and twenty-seven million total.”

“Excellent,” Stone said.

“Shall I write you a check?”

Stone laughed. “I’ll draw up a contract, you can have your attorney go over it, and when you’re ready, we’ll close the deal.”

“Stone,” Nicky said, “you are our attorney.”

“I’m afraid I can’t represent both sides in the sale. I can recommend an attorney, if you like, or you can choose someone to read the contract for you.”

“I’ll call you with a name,” Nicky said.

Stone stood up to see them out. “I can have the contract for you in a few days, then take whatever time you need to have an attorney review it, and we’ll make a date for the closing. By the way, I heard from Harvey again. He’s trying to claim a piece of jewelry that wasn’t on the list you saw — says he gave it to Carrie as a wedding gift.”

“That would make it hers, not his, wouldn’t it?”

“Exactly what I told him. Nicky, will you tell me again about seeing Harvey in Santa Fe?”

“Well, we ran into some acquaintances — Derek and Alicia Bedford, you met them in East Hampton.”

“I remember them.”

“Well, we bumped into them in the plaza and adjourned to the Inn of the Anasazi for lunch. That’s right off the plaza, across the street from the old governor’s mansion. As we left the hotel, we walked across the plaza to their car, and on the way we saw Harvey looking at the Indian jewelry under the portico of the mansion.”

“Did the Bedfords know Harvey?”

“They had met him once or twice, I think.”

“Would they testify to seeing him there?”

“I expect so.”

“After Harvey is caught, the DA might want to interview them.”

“If I run into them again, I’ll tell them. Why don’t I write down their number for you?”

Stone gave him paper and pen, and he wrote down the information.

“Thank you, Nicky.” They left, and Stone called Jamie Niven. “How are the plans for the sale going, Jamie?”

“I’ve got a date for you, Stone — six weeks from today, if that’s convenient for you.”

“It is,” Stone replied, marking it on his calendar. “Now, I have some fine pieces of furniture and art for your people to look at, mostly in New York, but a dozen pieces in Palm Beach, as well as a hundred or so pieces of jewelry.”

“I think we should bring the Palm Beach pieces here, and have one big sale with everything in it, and the necklace at the very end. We’ll get a huge attendance. The publicity campaign is starting immediately.”

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll send some people to Palm Beach tomorrow, and let’s make a date for my team to see what’s in New York.”

“Any day this week.”

“Tomorrow at nine AM?”

“Let’s make it ten AM.”

“We’ll see you there.”

Half an hour later Joan came into his office. “That Biggers guy is on the phone again.”

“Call Dino and get a trace started.” Stone picked up the phone. “All right, what is it this time?”

“I understand that you’re going to sell my necklace at auction,” Biggers said.

“You’re very well informed, except about the ownership of the necklace.”

“That sale will never happen,” Biggers said.

“It will, and you can’t do anything to stop it.”

“Mark my words, Mr. Barrington, your sale will blow up in your face.” He hung up.

Stone buzzed Joan. “Never mind the trace, just get me Dino.”

“Bacchetti.”

“Biggers is still calling me. I couldn’t keep him on long enough for a trace. The guy is very savvy about that.”

“Leave it to me,” Dino said.