Chapter 61
From the windows abroad my private airplane, I could see Lake Geneva as we descended towards the Geneva international airport. A quick trip from Paris to Geneva was over before I could even finish my first martini. My passengers, father Mansion has been very cooperative and silent. My friend, Albert Kandinsky on the other hand, was hostile and agitated.
Albert was malevolent as he stared at the priest like a loin watching a gazelle. Unfortunately, I couldn’t allow Albert to kill the priest, at least not yet. I needed the father to gain access to the treasure buried in the Chillon Castle in Montreux, Switzerland.
A hefty bribe to the security officer and a Swiss customs officer eliminated the problem of smuggling the priest into Switzerland.
Albert’s persistent threat to kill the priest at any moment insured his full cooperation.
My private secretary, Mrs. Jennifer McGraven, procured a wardrobe to replaced the priest’s robe. The father new attire consisted of a new pair of smart-looking trousers, a tweed sports jacket, a colorful polo shirt and a playful pair of Penny Loafers.
The resort village of Montreux was only a half hour train ride along the shores of Lake Geneva. Mrs McGraven accompanied me to our private cabin aboard the twelve O’ clock train.
Mr. Kandinsky followed closely behind with father Mansion clutched in his hands. The village of Montreux was ideally located on the boards of Switzerland and France and hosted the Montreux jazz festival every summer. Unfortunately, we were not in the village for jazz, but for something more important.