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Capri, Italy
March 1933
Surely mysteries and the Mediterranean must be incompatible. The thought
crossed my mind lightly, as if borne on a gentle sea breeze, as I sat with my
husband Milo on the terrace of a café overlooking the azure water that
stretched out into the distance. The setting was so idyllic, so tranquil and
perfect, that it was hard to imagine anything remotely alarming could
happen here.
Milo and I had left a dreary English spring behind for a blissful holiday
in Italy, and our time in Capri had been almost like a dream, untouched by
thoughts of the troubling events we had recently been caught up in. That did
not mean, of course, that mystery was far from my mind. Perhaps out of
habit, I had become more attuned to those around me, keeping a watchful
eye for anything out of the ordinary. Little did I know it would lead us into
a rather dramatic intrigue.
It had been a busy day, at least comparatively speaking. A great deal of
our stay in Italy thus far had been spent lounging idly in the villa we had let,
and I had decided that morning that it was time to rouse ourselves and enjoy
the sights. Though it was too cool a day for sea bathing, we had spent the
morning strolling along sun-dappled Via Tragara, which was festooned with
bougainvillea blooms, breathing in the fragrant, salty air, and taking
pleasure in the views, the sunshine, and each other’s company.
We had stopped to eat our midday meal at a little café attached to a local
hotel and sat at a table on the terrace, shaded by cypress trees and pergolas
bedecked with wisteria. The pristine white tablecloth fairly gleamed in the
afternoon sun as our plates were placed before us. The food was very good,
and the sea views were excellent.
“I thought we might explore some of the ruins this afternoon,” I said as
I took a bite of a delicious pasta, drizzled with lemon and olive oil. I had
purchased a map and was eager to investigate the remnants of ancient
society on the island.
I looked up from my meal to see that Milo was wearing a look I
interpreted as distinctly unenthusiastic.

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