Take a thread and weave a blanket, that's what he used to say."ĭe Roquefort knew all about Rennes-le-Chateau, a tiny hamlet in southern France that had existed since Roman times. Visigoth gold, Templar wealth, Cathar loot. "He alluded to every treasure he could imagine. All that stuff about lost parchments, hidden geometry, and puzzles made for great sales." Hansen seemed to catch hold of himself. "Lars wrote lots of books about Rennes-le-Chateau. Hansen quickly gulped a deep swallow of beer, then tabled the mug. He motioned and his men released their hold. "When I'm released."ĭe Roquefort allowed the fool a victory. "I know that Lars kept meticulous notes." Resignation filled Hansen's voice. "Do you understand your situation? Nothing I wanted has occurred and, worse, you deceived me." "When Lars Nelle was alive, did he mention that he kept a journal?" "Surely Stephanie Nelle mentioned her husband's journal?" Which was why he'd approached the book dealer first. When he'd discovered that Stephanie Nelle was coming to Denmark to attend the Roskilde auction, he'd surmised that she might contact Peter Hansen. He knew Hansen had once been closely associated with Lars Nelle. Still in the grasp of the two men, Peter Hansen stared up at him. "WHERE IS LARS NELLE'S JOURNAL?" DE ROQUEFORT ASKED.
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