Cap Ferrat, South of France, May 1903. The last rays of the setting sun still showed above the dark line of the sea's horizon, but in the woods that lined the hilly coast, twilight had turned to night and the scent of pine drifted through the trees as the hiss of small waves sounded on the rocky shoreline. Half way up the steep slope that overlooked the bay, a cluster of lights showed
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