Charles went on. “On to Aspen. Trust-fund baby. Likes expensive cars. Waiting on inventory analysis. Avery got footage of contents of vault. Same, probably identical packaging. Green bottles. Hundreds. He’s in Vegas for car show. Avery will stay in Aspen to get vehicle inventory. Isabelle and Alexis visited Marjorie Brewster in the nursing home. She is still in a coma, but when Isabelle mentioned Steinwood’s name, Mrs. Brewster started twitching, which set off alarms. Practically got the girls tossed out.”

“That’s incredible. A physical reaction to a name.” Myra contemplated. “I suppose it was best the girls left. They could have done more damage.”

Charles moved on. “They’ll be visiting the hospital tomorrow to check the medical records, especially her admission forms. They should be on their way back day after tomorrow.”

“There’s nothing we can do about Mrs. Brewster’s condition, but there is something we can do to help pay for her care. Now that we know Steinwood’s soft spot.” Myra fiddled with her pearls again. “Do you have info on Dr. Corbett? Because we certainly do!”

“Please. Share.” Charles could imagine Myra beaming and brimming.

“Annie’s friend Victor told us Corbett has arranged to buy a Chagall that was allegedly found in an attic in the German countryside. Stolen by the Nazis. It’s a private sale, to be handled by Christie’s. Victor also thinks that Corbett will lend it to MoMA once it gets the publicity he is seeking.”

“That does not seem to explain the Christie’s catalog,” Charles noted, “since there is no auction involved, but perhaps he just got interested in what Christie’s had available. I don’t suppose it matters. Just our luck to have learned of the Christie’s connection and to have found out what he was doing.”

“As I was saying, we now know Steinwood’s and Corbett’s weaknesses. Marcus’s is the remaining question,” Myra said.

“I think it might be drugs.” Charlotte surprised everyone with her comment.

“Do tell.” Annie smiled conspiratorially.

“The few times I went to see him, I thought—I know this may sound a little mean—for a doctor he sure sweats a lot. Profusely at times. Sometimes his hands would tremble. Once he asked the nurse to give me that shot. He said it was a pinched nerve.”

“We need to find out what is going on with the jeweler. Why would he go so far out of his way?” Myra added.

“And does that fit in with his wife’s diamond mine? And if so, how?” Annie mused. “I think we need to hop over the pond, as they say.”

“This works out perfectly,” Myra added. “Steinwood asked Maryann to try to talk Charlotte into returning to London. I suggested she keep the option open, and here we are.”