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Simon Templar is driving leisurely through the French countryside on his way from Avignon to the Riviera. He picks up to hitch-hikers, students who are going to work at Château Ingare, a small vineyard on the site of a former stronghold of the Knights Templar, a society of medieval adventurers who began by protecting pilgrims to the Holy Land and were later believed to have become corrupt and immensely wealthy in the process, although their reputed treasure has never been found.
The coincidence of this association with his own name intrigues Simon enough for him to take his passengers all the way to the château. They arrive on the estate to find a fire in the barn, apparently the work of arsonists. Simon’s hand is slightly injured, and Mimette, the attractive young daughter of the owner, insist on taking him to the château to have it dressed.
He learns that the burning of the barn is only the latest of many misfortunes that have afflicted the vineyard since a cryptic ancient tombstone was discovered on the property: These have revived all the old legends about the curse of the Templars and their treasure.
When Simon attempts to leave, another apparent accident obliges Mimette and her father to invite him to stay a few days as their guest. It is not long before a real and indisputable murder proves that he has involved himself in something very sinister but certainly not supernatural.

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Pichot’s clipped humourless laugh cut through the professor’s spluttering.

“And you believed me. You’re a fool, Professor. You even thought the seance was for real. Philippe’s interest in buying In-gare was waning. I had to use the treasure as a bait to make him stay. A message from the dead. It was a good idea, but Templar spoiled it, just as he threatened to spoil everything.”

“So when you went prepared to kill Gaston, you also went prepared to frame me for it,” said the Saint. “And when even that didn’t work, you tried to kill Yves by jiggering the brakes on his Mercedes. Which didn’t kill either of us. Not having a great deal of success, are you, Henri?” he concluded with mocking sympathy.

“Success?” Pichot seemed to savour the word. “Perhaps not at first, but it could not have worked out better. I heard you and Mimette talking about exploring the tunnel, and then I saw how I could still get Ingare and dispose of you both as well.”

The nervous tension that he had shown when he pushed Mimette into the crypt was only a shadow behind his eyes. He was confident now of his control of the situation and relishing the power it gave him.

“Do tell us how,” Simon invited.

“You and Mimette will simply disappear. Have you eloped together? No — you have kidnapped her. In a few days the ransom notes begin to arrive. One from Marseille, I think — yes — and the next from Paris. A piece of Mimette’s jewellery with each one. And then, nothing.”

“Except my car left here.”

“Abandoned because it was too conspicuous. When you went to Carpentras, you arranged to be picked up by an accomplice.”

“Very neat.”

“Without his precious daughter, Yves will not have the heart to hold out for long against Philippe, and I will be free to find the treasure. So you see I do win in the end.”

“But I have found the treasure,” Norbert insisted. “I told you.”

Pichot snorted derisively. He pointed with his free hand to the casket, but his gun never wavered from its aim at the Saint’s chest.

“That scroll? You must think me as naive as you are, Professor. But the box, that is valuable, and there will be more like it, with more precious things in them.”

“But the map was a trick, don’t you understand?” pleaded Norbert passionately.

Pichot’s pudgy face set into harder lines, and there was a more dangerous coldness in his eyes.

“It is you who are trying to trick me. You want the treasure for yourself. Be careful, Professor, or perhaps the Saint will shoot you as he kidnaps Mimette.”

For a moment he appeared to be thinking out that possibility, and then slowly he nodded.

“Yes, it might be better that way in any case. I don’t need you any more. I can’t trust you. We shall see. Open the tomb, Professor. It will be a fitting resting place for a Florian and a Templar.”

“I would prefer it to the company of at least one Pichot,” said Mimette disdainfully.

Simon Templar knew that he had to make his final assessment of the situation, but from whichever angle he considered it the scales were always tipped in the lawyer’s favour. He and Mimette were standing near the altar, while Norbert was towards the other end of the tomb, a few feet from Henri. The way Henri gripped his automatic told the Saint that he was not accustomed to handling firearms, but with only a dozen feet between them he could hardly miss even a moving target. To attempt to tackle him without any diversion would merely hasten the end for both himself and Mimette.

Simon put his left arm across Mimette and pressed her back so that his body partly shielded her. He moved smoothly, easily, intent on making his action look like a chivalrous gesture rather than a threat, but combining it with a step of his own that brought him half a pace closer to the casket.

“Stay where you are,” rasped Henri. “Professor, I said open the tomb.”

Pichot raised his gun, and his finger looked tight on the trigger. The Saint braced himself for the spring that he had to make even though he knew it would almost certainly be useless. And at that instant something seemed to snap inside the professor.

“No!” he shouted, and launched himself towards Pichot like an infuriated elf.

Henri had been concentrating on the Saint and Mimette and had to turn sideways to meet the unexpected attack. Norbert was blundering and clumsy, but his hands were already clawing at the gun when Henri fired.

Norbert screamed and fell, still clinging to the sleeve of Henri’s coat, but the lawyer kicked viciously at his chest as he went down and the hold was broken. Henri swung around to face the Saint again, but the Saint was no longer there.

He did not try to reach Henri. Even with the advantage of the distraction Norbert had caused, he could not have covered the ground fast enough. But the casket he could reach in one stride. Pushing Mimette away, he leapt towards the altar as Henri turned.

He picked up the heavy casket with both hands and in the same continuous flowing movement sent it hurtling through the air.

Pichot fired, but it was a wild reflex action, and the bullet scraped the top of the tomb and ricocheted harmlessly away. He had no time for another shot. The casket smashed into the side of his head and he went down without a sound. The automatic spun from his hand, and the Saint dived for it and caught it before it reached the floor.

Simon rolled over and up to his feet, but when he saw Henri’s face he knew he would not need the gun.

4

The edge of the casket had opened a gash from Henri’s cheekbone to his chin as it smashed into the side of his face and most probably broke his jaw. He lay on his back, his arms flung out, and only the rasp of irregular breathing showed that he remained to be counted among the living.

Simon retrieved and pocketed the automatic as he stepped over him, and knelt beside the professor. Norbert was moaning faintly, lying on his side and clutching at the top of his leg. Unceremonious pulling down of his trousers revealed that the slug had passed through the fleshy inside of his thigh but managed to miss both bone and artery. It was a fairly tidy wound and not dangerous providing the bleeding was stopped soon.

Mimette came over, and the Saint stood up and greeted her with a grim smile.

“He’ll live, they both will,” he said tersely as he untied her hands.

She gazed down at Henri and shuddered.

“I’ve known him all my life. I still can hardly believe he did such things. The family was always so good to him.”

“Perhaps that was the trouble. To some people, kindness is an unforgivable insult,” Simon remarked cynically. “I’ll see to these two while you go and summon our amiable gendarme and call an ambulance.”

Mimette nodded and turned towards the tunnel, but he stopped her and pointed to the ladder.

“You’d better use the professor’s private entrance. It’ll be shorter.”

She saw the trap-door for the first time and her brow furrowed, but the Saint forestalled her questions.

“You’ll understand as soon as you get out. Just do it quickly.”

She hurried towards the far end of the room and Simon turned back to Norbert. He commandeered the professor’s large handkerchief and tore it into three equal strips which he knotted together, and bound the improvised bandage around Norbert’s leg, to hold pads of cloth ripped from the professor’s shirt-tails in place over the bullet’s entrance and larger exit hole, which staunched the worst of the bleeding.

The old man was returning to full awareness as the shock that had helped mask the pain was wearing off. He whimpered as the necessary pressure was applied to the dressing, and his face was pale and drawn as he looked up at the Saint.

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