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Their attention turned to the cloth covering whatever else was in the case. Remi carefully lifted one corner, along with the soft wool just beneath, revealing a green egg that looked to be carved from jade and decorated with gold and diamonds.
“An Easter egg?” Dietrich said.
“Empire Nephrite Egg,” Tatiana replied, her voice filled with awe. “Fabergé.”
Remi stepped aside, looking at Tatiana. “You should do the honors.”
Tatiana hesitated, almost afraid to touch the cloth covering the second egg. Finally, she reached out, lifting it, the sun striking the gold vertical lines and diamonds set around the white-enameled egg. She turned it about, feeling the weight of it in her hands. “This is the Alexander the Third Commemorative Egg.”
She replaced it in the case, then ran her fingers across the third, a platinum hen-shaped egg speckled with diamonds, sitting in a gold basket. “And the Sapphire Hen.” She picked it up, examined it for a few moments, the sunlight striking the deep blue sapphire in the hen’s beak as she gently returned it to its bed of wool. “Three out of the last four that were unaccounted for. What an incredible find.”
“Which on
e’s still missing?” Remi asked.
“The Royal Danish,” Tatiana said. “It contains the miniature portraits of Maria Feodorovna’s parents. Each of these are nearly priceless. One Fabergé egg recently sold for over thirty-two million dollars.”
Dietrich whistled.
Tatiana closed the lid of the suitcase. “That’s quite a recovery fee the four of you will get.”
“The Fargos, you mean,” Dietrich said. “I was just here to find Klaus.”
“You and Nando deserve it as much as we do,” Sam replied. Dietrich looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t think we were keeping all of it? You were right there with us.”
“I—I don’t know what to say . . .”
Remi smiled at him. “You don’t need to say anything,” she replied as Viktor called to them from behind the plane.
The four walked beneath the now cleared wing, toward the back of the plane, where Viktor, Nando, and the other workers were busy excavating the area where it was believed the tail might be located. It turned out the plane had actually touched down higher on the ridge, the tail breaking off at that location before the main fuselage came to rest in the pass. One of the workers had uncovered a piece of the tail.
With nothing else to find in the plane, the Fargos spent the next several days expanding their search where the tail piece had been found. About four days in, Viktor held up a chunk of wood with a metal brace attached to it. “Luggage?” Viktor asked.
Sam examined the scrolling on the metal, thinking it looked more like a decorative embellishment from the early 1900s. “Or a wooden chest.” He called Remi and Dietrich over to help excavate the snow and ice. Hours later, when they were about to give up for the day, Sam kicked at a piece of rock embedded in the glacier. It skittered a few inches away, landing next to something that looked like a spot of blood in the snow. It wasn’t until he bent down, brushing at the snow with his gloved finger, that he realized it was, in fact, a large blood-red ruby pendant hanging from a platinum and diamond necklace.
He carefully extricated it from the glacier, then held it up in the sunlight, the diamonds sparkling like ice crystals.
Nando stared in awe. “What is it?” he asked.
“Part of the Romanov Ransom.”
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Over the next few weeks, they recovered dozens of loose precious stones, a fortune in gold, as well as diamond necklaces, tiaras, and bracelets. When the items were turned over to Tatiana, she estimated that the finder’s fee, split among the Fargos, Dietrich, Nando, and the Argentine government, was worth millions each.
Dietrich, however, was more interested in why the plane went down, and, of course, giving a proper burial to Klaus in a grave next to that of the boy’s mother and father. A week later, after the brief ceremony, he, Sam, and Remi stood at the gravesite. “My grandfather,” Dietrich said, “and his father, always believed that they’d find Klaus.”
Remi laid roses on the freshly turned earth. “They’re together again.”
“I’m glad. I can’t thank you enough for helping to bring him home.”
After a moment, Sam clasped him on the back. “We’ll be in the car when you’re ready.”
Dietrich nodded as Sam and Remi walked off.
The following day, Sam and Remi were relaxing at their hotel before their trip home. Remi gave a sigh of contentment. “A good trip, Fargo, don’t you think?”
“Very good.”
“An Easter egg?” Dietrich said.
“Empire Nephrite Egg,” Tatiana replied, her voice filled with awe. “Fabergé.”
Remi stepped aside, looking at Tatiana. “You should do the honors.”
Tatiana hesitated, almost afraid to touch the cloth covering the second egg. Finally, she reached out, lifting it, the sun striking the gold vertical lines and diamonds set around the white-enameled egg. She turned it about, feeling the weight of it in her hands. “This is the Alexander the Third Commemorative Egg.”
She replaced it in the case, then ran her fingers across the third, a platinum hen-shaped egg speckled with diamonds, sitting in a gold basket. “And the Sapphire Hen.” She picked it up, examined it for a few moments, the sunlight striking the deep blue sapphire in the hen’s beak as she gently returned it to its bed of wool. “Three out of the last four that were unaccounted for. What an incredible find.”
“Which on
e’s still missing?” Remi asked.
“The Royal Danish,” Tatiana said. “It contains the miniature portraits of Maria Feodorovna’s parents. Each of these are nearly priceless. One Fabergé egg recently sold for over thirty-two million dollars.”
Dietrich whistled.
Tatiana closed the lid of the suitcase. “That’s quite a recovery fee the four of you will get.”
“The Fargos, you mean,” Dietrich said. “I was just here to find Klaus.”
“You and Nando deserve it as much as we do,” Sam replied. Dietrich looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t think we were keeping all of it? You were right there with us.”
“I—I don’t know what to say . . .”
Remi smiled at him. “You don’t need to say anything,” she replied as Viktor called to them from behind the plane.
The four walked beneath the now cleared wing, toward the back of the plane, where Viktor, Nando, and the other workers were busy excavating the area where it was believed the tail might be located. It turned out the plane had actually touched down higher on the ridge, the tail breaking off at that location before the main fuselage came to rest in the pass. One of the workers had uncovered a piece of the tail.
With nothing else to find in the plane, the Fargos spent the next several days expanding their search where the tail piece had been found. About four days in, Viktor held up a chunk of wood with a metal brace attached to it. “Luggage?” Viktor asked.
Sam examined the scrolling on the metal, thinking it looked more like a decorative embellishment from the early 1900s. “Or a wooden chest.” He called Remi and Dietrich over to help excavate the snow and ice. Hours later, when they were about to give up for the day, Sam kicked at a piece of rock embedded in the glacier. It skittered a few inches away, landing next to something that looked like a spot of blood in the snow. It wasn’t until he bent down, brushing at the snow with his gloved finger, that he realized it was, in fact, a large blood-red ruby pendant hanging from a platinum and diamond necklace.
He carefully extricated it from the glacier, then held it up in the sunlight, the diamonds sparkling like ice crystals.
Nando stared in awe. “What is it?” he asked.
“Part of the Romanov Ransom.”
88
Over the next few weeks, they recovered dozens of loose precious stones, a fortune in gold, as well as diamond necklaces, tiaras, and bracelets. When the items were turned over to Tatiana, she estimated that the finder’s fee, split among the Fargos, Dietrich, Nando, and the Argentine government, was worth millions each.
Dietrich, however, was more interested in why the plane went down, and, of course, giving a proper burial to Klaus in a grave next to that of the boy’s mother and father. A week later, after the brief ceremony, he, Sam, and Remi stood at the gravesite. “My grandfather,” Dietrich said, “and his father, always believed that they’d find Klaus.”
Remi laid roses on the freshly turned earth. “They’re together again.”
“I’m glad. I can’t thank you enough for helping to bring him home.”
After a moment, Sam clasped him on the back. “We’ll be in the car when you’re ready.”
Dietrich nodded as Sam and Remi walked off.
The following day, Sam and Remi were relaxing at their hotel before their trip home. Remi gave a sigh of contentment. “A good trip, Fargo, don’t you think?”
“Very good.”
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