A Rather Curious Engagement

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A Rather Lovely Inheritance
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ALSO BY C.A. BELMOND
A Rather Lovely Inheritance
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Copyright © C.A. Belmond, 2008
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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA:
Belmond, C.A.
A rather curious engagement/C.A. Belmond.
p. cm.
eISBN : 978-0-451-22405-7
1. Americans—Europe—Fiction. 2. Inheritance and succession—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3602. E46R36 2008
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Part One
Chapter One
The auctioneer raised his gavel in a practiced arc that crested like a wave and then began its inevitable descent.
"Fair warning!” he cried in his crisp French-accented English. “Going for five hundred thousand to the man in the last row. Five hundred twice—”
But the gavel didn’t come down. The auctioneer caught it in mid-swing on its descent, and held it aloft as he cocked his head to one side like an insect whose fine antennae had picked up a subtle vibe, a tremor of hope. Then, very dramatically, he swiveled his gaze attentively toward a young woman standing at one of the phone banks on the right side of the audience. He leaned toward her, peering over the tops of his metal-rimmed eyeglasses.
“Five-fifty?” he asked.
The slim young woman was dressed in a narrow black suit, with flame-red lipstick on her thin mouth, her hair pulled tightly into a very severe bun which somehow implied that she worked only for clients with serious money. She gave a brief but vigorous nod.
“I have five-fifty!” the auctioneer cried triumphantly. “Five-fifty against the room.”
It wasn’t a room, exactly. We were all sitting under an enormous blue-and-white-striped tent, specially pitched just for this occasion in the front courtyard of a chic Art Deco hotel situated right on the Promenade des Anglais in Nice, smack-dab on the glorious French Riviera.
Directly across the street was the sparkling blue Mediterranean Sea. To our left was the half-moon shaped “indoor/outdoor” swimming pool, where guests could actually swim from outside to indoors via a pass-through draped with strips of heavy waterproofed fabric which reminded me of—well, the dangling fingers in a car-wash. But that’s the kind of mind I have. One thing invariably leads to another, no matter how incongruous.
Some of the world’s wealthiest jet-setters had converged here, occupying fifteen rows of white folding chairs, divided by a center aisle. Every seat was taken, and there wasn’t even any space available in the standing-room zone at the back, where onlookers were restlessly jockeying to get close enough to hear the results. Since this auction had been organized for an English charity, the audience was comprised mostly of Brits, with a good representation of Germans, Russians, Chinese, Indian, but not as many French as you’d think. Lots of Americans, too.
There was no apparent dress code: some women wore formal Chanel suits with white gloves and pumps; other very tanned ladies wore expensively casual white linen shirts and matching white pants; and a few daring souls wore long diaphanous flowered dresses with pashmina shawls and gold sandals. As for the men, they were mostly divided up between those dapper blades who wore navy-blue blazers with light-colored trousers; or the touristy type in leisure suits, or golf jackets and pale blue pants.
The only people dressed in formal plain dark business suits were the auction-house “reps” who stood behind long, very narrow tables on either side of the tent, facing the crowd, manning the banks of telephones to accept bids from anonymous buyers who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—show up. The “reps” all knew one another, like members of a mysterious college fraternity, and the auctioneer called on them by first name. Martin. Sophie. Gemma. Nick. Some, seated in the front rows, were working with computers instead of telephones.
I had an aisle seat, so I found myself eavesdropping on the phone reps whenever there was a lull in the crowd. They were very discreet, but now, for instance, I could hear one young man murmuring, “We’d have to go to six. What do you want to do?” followed by a long pause.
“Six hundred,” said another young man in the first row, looking up from his computer.
“Six from the Internet,” purred the auctioneer, pouncing on the number.
“This one’s going to hit a million,” Jeremy muttered to me now, as he eyed the other auction reps who were frantically speaking into their telephones or clicking their computers to warn the anonymous collectors that they worked for.
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