Emil handed Sam his business card. “I know you can’t read Hungarian, but you can read the phone number. Call it anytime of the day or night. If I can’t help you, I’ll find someone who can.” They shook hands, Sam and Remi got out and the helicopter rose and flew away.

Remi said, “You know, I can’t stop wondering what finally happened to the Bishop who robbed those graves the first time.”

“I think his reputation for shrewdness may have been exaggerated.”

“You think Attila and Bleda killed him?”

“To his people, he was a traitor. To the Huns, he was a grave robber. I’d be surprised if he died in bed.”

“Let’s see if doing the same brings bad fortune for Bako.”

Sam’s phone buzzed. “Hello?”

“It’s me, Tibor. Where are you?”

“At the helipad by Szeged University.”

“Stay there.”

Five minutes later, a white-colored truck with a covered cargo bay appeared at the far entrance to the lot and drove straight across all the lanes to them. When it stopped, Sam and Remi climbed into the cab to join Tibor.

He said, “My cousins tell me the yacht is anchored offshore. Bako’s men loaded fifteen wooden boxes onto the lifeboat and then they took them to the yacht and loaded them onto the deck. So we think they’re getting ready to take the artifacts somewhere by water. The Danube runs through Germany, Austria, Hungary, and Romania to the Black Sea. Many rivers feed it. They could go anywhere without setting foot on land.”

“Have the police arrived?”

“Nobody has seen them yet.”

“All right,” said Sam. “Let’s go see if we can make Bako unhappy.”

Tibor clapped his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I’m glad I lived to meet you two. Nobody has made me laugh so much since I was a kid.”

Sam rubbed his shoulder. “Okay. Let’s get the truck to a place where we can see the yacht.”

Tibor drove them down to the road that ran along the Danube and turned east. After a few minutes, the road swung inland a bit to avoid a row of old estates along the river. When it swung back to the river, Tibor pointed. “There. See it?”

“The one with the high bridge?”

“That’s the one.” It was sixty-five feet long, with an aluminum lifeboat hanging from davits in the stern.

“All right,” Sam said. “Remi and I need to put on our scuba gear.”

“I have nephews in the back of the truck. I’ll get them out and let you get changed.” He stopped the truck by the side of the road and opened the back, summoned the two young men out, and let Sam and Remi in to put on their wet suits and organize their gear.