The Romanov Ransom
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Names: Cussler, Clive, author. | Burcell, Robin, author.
Title: The Romanov ransom : a Sam and Remi Fargo adventure / Clive Cussler and Robin Burcell.
Description: New York : G.P. Putnam’s Sons, [2017] | Series: A Sam and Remi Fargo adventure
Identifiers: LCCN 2017021532 (print) | LCCN 2017025903 (ebook) | ISBN 9780399575556 (EPub) | ISBN 9780399575549 (hardback) | ISBN 9780735218369 (international)
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CONTENTS
Titles by Clive Cussler
Title Page
Copyright
Cast of Characters
Prologue Part I
Part II
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
About the Authors
CAST OF CHARACTERS
CRIMEA, 1918
Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna—Russia.
Pyotr—a servant.
BUENOS AIRES, 1947
Klaus Simon—twelve-year-old nephew of Ludwig Strassmair.
Dietrich Simon—Klaus’s older brother, killed during World War II.
Ludwig Strassmair—Nazi prison camp commander, Klaus’s uncle.
Greta—companion to Strassmair.
Herr Heinrich—Nazi officer.
Joe Schmidt—plane passenger.
Lennard Lambrecht—pilot.
Eckardt Häussler—cryptographer.
THE PRESENT DAY
Fargo Team
Sam Fargo
Remi (Longstreet) Fargo
Selma Wondrash—the Fargos’ research assistant and go-to person.
Professor Lazlo Kemp—assists Selma with research, from Great Britain.
Pete Jeffcoat—Selma’s research assistant, Corden’s boyfrien
d.
Wendy Corden—Selma’s research assistant, Jeffcoat’s girlfriend.
Former DARPA Members
Ruben “Rube” Hayward—case officer, CIA’s Directorate of Operations.
Nicholas Archer—owner of Archer Worldwide Security.
Friends of the Fargos
Albert Hoffler—Selma’s cousin.
Karl Hoffler—Albert’s oldest son.
Brand Hoffler—Albert’s youngest son.
MOROCCO
Rolfe Wernher—German businessman.
Gere Stellhorn—Wernher’s driver and henchman.
Tatiana Petrov—Russian businesswoman.
Viktor Surkov—Tatiana’s bodyguard.
Zakaria Koury—Brand and Karl’s guide.
Lina—Zakaria’s cousin.
Kadin—Lina’s servant.
Durin Kahrs—acquaintance of Brand and Karl.
KALININGRAD
Sergei Vasyev—Archaeology major.
Andrei Karpos—historian, Amber Museum guide.
Miron Pushkaryov—Königsberg castle groundskeeper.
Leopold Gaudecker—head of the Wolf Guard.
POLAND
Renard Kowalski—miner and expert on Project Riese tunnels.
Gustaw Czarnecki—miner and expert on Nazi Gold Train.
Tomasz Gorski—lieutenant, Internal Security Agency.
Nika Karaulina—Russian agent.
Felix Moryakov—Russian agent.
GERMANY
Helga—head caterer.
Ambassador Halstern—American Ambassador to Germany.
Mrs. Halstern—the Ambassador’s wife.
Wilhelm Schroeder—furniture restoration expert and attorney.
Laurenz Hippler—Anholt castle’s manager.
ARGENTINA
Nando Roberto Sandoval—jungle guide.
Dietrich Fischer—descendent of Ludwig Strassmair and young Klaus.
Julio—helicopter pilot.
PROLOGUE
I
CRIMEAN PENINSULA
JULY 1918
The old woman stood with tears in her eyes as two men loaded the last of the three wooden trunks onto the back of a hay wagon. The first was filled to the top with strings of pearls, loose diamonds, and precious stones. Gold bars and coins in the second. The third contained the jewelry gifted to the royal family over the last three hundred years, diamond-studded tiaras, necklaces, and rings. She ignored all of it, her gaze only on the much smaller chest that her maid was carrying to the wagon.
“Wait!” she commanded.
Her maid turned toward her. “What’s wrong?”
How could she voice her feelings at such a time? The jewels and gold meant nothing to her. But that last chest . . . She watched as the man, Pyotr, took it from her maid. “One last look.”
Pyotr deferred to the other man, a stranger to her, who climbed into the front of the wagon, taking the reins of the two horses that were champing at the bit. “We’re already late.”
She turned toward Pyotr. “Please . . .”
“Be quick.” He set the small chest on the back of the wagon, stepping back to allow her access.
Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna lifted the latch, opened the lid, then pulled off the layer of lamb’s wool, revealing four bejeweled eggs that she’d managed to take with her when she went into hiding after the Bolsheviks took over Russia. Her breath caught as she lifted the Royal Danish Egg, cradling it in her hands. It had nothing to do with the beauty of the moonlight reflecting on the precious stones set in gold, surrounding the white and light blue enamel, nor the meticulous workmanship by the jeweler, Fabergé, who wrought each so that it was a masterpiece of beauty and delight to any who beheld it.
“Enough,” the driver said coldly.
“Give her a moment,” the maid told him.
“They’re just jewels.”
“To you,” Maria said, taking in every facet. “To me, these hold memories . . .”
This particular egg contained a surprise of miniature portraits of her parents. Given to her by her late husband, they were the stories of happier times with him, her children, and later her grandchildren, who were still so very young.
“You’ll see your family again,” her maid said. “I know it.”
She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, and lowered the egg into its lamb’s wool nest next to the other three. “Thank you . . .”
Pyotr, about to close the lid, suddenly looked at her. “Do they know how many eggs are here?”
Maria shook her head. “No. Only that I was going to include them.”
He eyed the small case, then removed the egg she’d held, fluffing up the downy wool and repositioning the others so that it looked as though the case had only contained three.
She took it from him, holding back her tears. “I have no way to repay you. Thank you.”
“Tell no one. Ever.”
“I won’t,” she said as he covered the cargo under the hay in the wagon, then climbed into the front. “I promise.”
He gave a nod as the driver shook the reins, the horses racing off with a king’s ransom in the back of the wagon. Watching until it disappeared, Maria Feodorovna hugged the egg to her chest, equal parts of hope and terror filling her heart.
—
“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE done that,” the driver told Pyotr as the wagon jarred across the hardened dirt road.
“Why not?”
“Because it belongs to the people.”
“They won’t miss one small thing. Not with everything that she turned over to us.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”
Pyotr saw the firm set to the man’s jaw. He didn’t pretend to know what the revolution was about, beyond the Bolsheviks’ belief that the Emperor and his family had lived in excess and splendor while the masses faced hunger and an uncertain future. The people’s wrath carried over, even after Nicholas II had stepped down from the throne and the royal family was imprisoned.
Some of it, he understood. Much, he did not. “What difference does it make if we allow her a few happy memories in her time of fear?”
“The difference? You sound as though you sympathize with her.”
“She’s just an old woman.”
“You’d be wise to keep those thoughts to yourself, lest you end up like her family.”
Having worked for the Romanovs for a number of years, the last thing Pyotr wanted or needed was for anyone to think of him as a sympathizer. In these times, that line of thinking led to death. “I wasn’t thinking. You’re right.”
The man said something below his breath, then urged the team of horses faster. For the next several days, Pyotr never mentioned the Romanovs, and he hoped that the incident with the Dowager Empress was long forgotten. It was nightfall by the time they reached Yekaterinburg, but instead of driving toward the governor’s house where the Romanovs were imprisoned, they turned left.
“Where are we going?” Pyotr asked.
“Meeting someone to drop this off.”
Panic set in. “If we don’t deliver this in time, they’ll kill the royal family.”
“What do you care? Their fate is not your business.”
“But—the ransom . . . The Dowager Empress entrusted us with it. To buy their passage.”
“Ransom?” the man laughed. “You don’t really believe they were ever going to let them go, do you?”
“We promised.”
“You fool. What’d you think would happen? That the Bolsheviks would take this as payment, then set them free? Soon, Maria Feodorovna”—he turned and spat, his expression one of disgust at the mention of the Dowager Empress’s name—“will meet the same fate as her son and his disgusting spawn.”
Only then did Pyotr realize they were too late. The entire Romanov family had been killed. The children’s faces flashed in his mind—the last time he’d seen them, before the clash of war, they’d been so happy . . .
“Where are we going, then?”
“To bring that as proof.” He nodded toward the back of the wagon. “When they see what the old woman stole from Russia, trying to buy her son’s freedom, she and every last Romanov will be hunted down, as will anyone who supports them.”
Of all the royal family, Maria Feodorovna’s life meant something. Unlike her son and his wife, she’d served Russia well. This war was her son’s making. His failure to lead.
But if, as he said, they came after everyone who supported the royals, Pyotr was bound to be high on that list, especially once they learned he’d left Maria with one of the eggs. The very thought frightened him, especially when he realized where they were going. The old barn where a number of royalists had been shot. “Are you going to tell them what I did?”