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soften Walther’s attitude, that he would change. He did change, but for the worse. He hated the children. In the beginning Anna had told herself that it was becauseWalther wanted all of her love for himself, that he was unwilling to share it with anyone else. But slowly she became aware that it had nothing to do with loving her. It had to do with hating her. Her father had been right Walther had married her for her money. The children were a threat to him. He wanted to get rid of them. More and more he talked to Anna about selling the stock. “Sam has no right to stop us! We could take all that money and go away somewhere. Just the two of us.”
    She stared at him. “What about the children?”
    His eyes were feverish. “No, Listen to me. For both our sakes we’ve got to get rid of them. We must.”
    It was then that Anna began to realize that he was insane. She was terrified. Walther had fired all the domestic help, and except for a cleaning woman who came in once a week, Anna and the children were alone with him, at his mercy. He needed help. Perhaps it was not too late to cure him. In the fifteenth century they gathered the insane and imprisoned them forever on houseboats, Narrenschiffe, the ships of fools, but today, with modern medicine, she felt there must be something they could do to help Walther.
    Now, on this day in September, Anna sat huddled on the floor in her bedroom, where Walther had locked her, waiting for him to return. She knew what she had to do. For his sake, as well as hers and the children’s. Anna rose unsteadily and walked over to the telephone. She hesitated for only an instant, then picked it up and began to dial 110, the police emergency number.
    An alien voice in her ear said, “Hallo. Hier ist der Notruf der Polizei. Kann ich ihnen helfen?”
    “Ja, bitte!” Her voice was choked. “Ich—”
    A hand came out of nowhere and tore the receiver from her, and slammed it down into the cradle.
    Anna backed away. “Oh, please,” she whimpered, “don’t hurt me.”
    Walther was moving toward her, his eyes bright, his voice so soft that she could hardly make out the words. “Liebchen, I’m not going to hurt you. I love you, don’t you know that?” He touched her, and she could feel her flesh crawl. “It’s just that we don’t want the police coming here, do we?” She shook her head from side to side, too filled with terror to speak. “It’s the children that are causing the trouble, Anna. We’re going to get rid of them. I—”
    Downstairs the front doorbell rang. Walther stood there, hesitating. It rang again.
    “Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll be back.”
    Anna watched, petrified, as he walked out the bedroom door. He slammed it behind him and she could hear the click of the key as he locked it.
    I’ll be back, he had said.
    Walther Gassner hurried down the stairs, walked to the front door and opened it. A man in a gray messenger’s uniform stood there, holding a sealed manila envelope.
    “I have a special delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Walther Gassner.”
    “Yes,” Walther said. “I will take it.”
    He closed the door, looked at the envelope in his hand, then ripped it open. Slowly, he read the message inside.
DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT SAM
    ROFFE WAS KILLED IN A CLIMBING
    ACCIDENT. PLEASE BE IN ZURICH
    FRIDAY NOON FOR AN EMERGENCY
    MEETING OF THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS .
    It was signed “Rhys Williams.”

CHAPTER 3
    Rome.
    Monday, September 7.
    Six p.m.
    Ivo Palazzi stood in the middle of his bedroom, the blood streaming down his face. “Mamma mia! Mi hai rovinato!”
    “I haven’t begun to ruin you, you miserable figlio di putana!” Donatella screamed at him.
    They were both naked in the large bedroom of their apartment in Via Montemignaio. Donatella had the most sensuous, exciting body Ivo Palazzi had ever seen, and even now, as his life’s blood poured from his face, from the terrible scratches she had inflicted on him, he felt a familiar stirring in his