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t treasure。 He won't die a happy man no matter how much wealth and power he's accumulated until he can replace every one of his art replicas with the genuine pieces。 To own something no other man or woman on earth can own is the ultimate fulfillment to Qin Shang。 I've known men like him。 He'd trade thirty years of his life to find the shipwreck and its treasures。〃
〃But how does one go about searching for a ship that vanished fifty years ago？〃 Julia asked。 〃Where do you begin to look？〃
〃You start；〃 Pitt said casually； 〃by knocking on a door about six blocks up the street。〃
PITT STEERED THE BIG DUESENBERG OVER A NARROW DRIVE…way between two homes with brick walls entirely blanketed with climbing ivy。 He stopped the car in front of a spacious carriage house that fronted an expansive courtyard that was now roofed over。
〃Who lives here？〃 asked Julia。
〃A very interesting character；〃 Pitt replied。 He motioned toward a large bronze knocker on the door cast in the shape of a sailing ship。 〃Give it a rap； if you can。〃
〃If you can？〃 Her hand reached for the knocker hesitantly。 〃Is there a trick to it？〃
〃Not what you're thinking。 Go ahead； try to lift it。〃
But before Julia could touch the knocker； the door was swept open； revealing a huge； roly…poly man dressed in burgundy paisley silk pajamas under a matching robe。 Julia gasped and took a step backward； bumping into Pitt who was laughing。
〃He never fails。〃
〃Fails to do what？〃 demanded the fat man。
〃Open the door before a visitor knocks。〃
〃Oh； that。〃 The big man waved airily。 〃A chime sounds whenever someone es up the drive。〃
〃St。 Julien；〃 said Pitt。 〃Forgive the late visit。〃
〃Nonsense！〃 boomed the man； who weighed four hundred pounds if he weighed an ounce。 〃You're wele any hour of the day or night。 Who's the lovely little lady？〃
〃Julia Lee； may I present St。 Julien Perlmutter； gourmet； collector of fine wines and possessor of the world's largest library on shipwrecks。〃
Perlmutter bowed as far as his bulk allowed and kissed Julia's hand。
〃Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Dirk's。〃 He stood back and swept out an arm； the silk sleeve flapping like a flag in a stiff breeze。 〃Don't stand out there in the night。 e in； e in。 I was just about to open a bottle of forty…year…old Barros port。 Please share it with me。〃
Julia stepped from the enclosed courtyard that once served to harness teams of horses to fancy carriages and gazed enraptured at the thousands of books that were massed over every square inch of open space inside the carriage house。 Many were neatly spaced on endless shelves。 Others were piled along walls； up stairs and on bateonies。 In bedrooms； bathrooms； closets； they were even clustered in the kitchen and dining room。 There was barely enough room for a person to walk through a hallway； they were so thickly stacked。
Over fifty years； St。 Julien Perlmutter had accumulated the finest and most extensive collection of historical ship literature ever assembled in one place。 His library was the envy of every maritime archive in the world and second to none。 What books and ship records he could not possess； he painstakingly copied。 Fearful of fire or destruction； his fellow researchers pleaded with him to put his immense archive on…line； but he preferred to leave his collection in bound paper。
He generously shared it all without cost to anyone who came to his front door seeking information on a particular shipwreck。 As long as Pitt had known him； Perlmutter had never turned down anyone who sought his extensive knowledge。
If the staggering hoard of books wasn't a colossal sight； Perlmutter was。 Julia gazed openly at him。 His face； turned crimson from a lifetime of excessive good food and drink； barely showed under a curly mass of gray hair and a thick； heavy beard。 His nose under the sky…blue eyes was a little red knob。 His lips were lost under a mustache twisted at the ends。 He was obese but not sloppy…fat。 No flab hung。 He was solid as a massive wood sculpture。 Most people who first met him thought he was probably much younger than he looked。 But St。 Julien Perlmutter was a year past seventy and as hearty as they came。
A close friend of Pitt's father； Senator George Pitt； Perlmutter had known Dirk almost from the time he was born。 Over the years they had formed a close bond to the point where Perlmutter was like a favorite uncle。 He sat Pitt and Julia down around a huge latticed hatch cover； reconstructed and lacquered to as high a sheen as a dining table's。 He offered them crystal glasses that had once graced the first…class dining room of the former Italian luxury liner the Andrea Doria。
Julia studied the etched image of the ship on her glass as Perlmutter poured the aged port。 〃I thought the Andrea Doria rested on the bottom of the sea。〃
〃She still does；〃 said Perlmutter； twisting one end of the gray hair flowing from his lips。 〃Dirk here brought up a rack of wineglasses during a dive he made on the wreck five years ago and graciously gave them to me。 Please tell what you think of the port。〃
Julia was flattered that such a gourmet would want her opinion。 She sipped the ruby contents of the glass and made an expression of delight。 〃It tastes wonderful。〃
〃Good； good。〃 He gave Pitt a look reserved for a derelict on a park bench。 〃You I won't ask； since your taste runs to the mundane。〃
Pitt acted as if he was insulted。 〃You wouldn't know good port if you drowned in it。 While I； on the other hand； was weaned on it。〃
〃I hate myself for ever letting you through the front door；〃 Perlmutter moaned。
Julia saw through the charade。 〃Do you two always go on like this？〃
〃Only when we meet；〃 Pitt said； laughing。
〃What brings you here this time of night？〃 asked Perlmutter； winking at Julia。 〃It couldn't have been my witty conversation。〃
〃No；〃 Pitt agreed； 〃it was to see if you ever heard of a ship that left China sometime around nineteen forty…eight with a cargo of historical Chinese art and then vanished。〃
Perlmutter held the port in front of his eyes and swirled it around in his glass。 His eyes took on a reflective expression as his encyclopedic mind delved into his brain cells。 〃I seem to recall that the name of the ship was the Princess Dou Wan。 She went missing with all hands somewhere off Central America。 No trace of ship or crew was ever found。〃
〃Was there a record of her cargo？〃
Perlmutter shook his head。 〃The word that she was carrying a rich cargo of antiquities came from unsubstantiated reports only。 Vague rumors actually。 No evidence ever came to light to suggest it was true。〃
〃How do you call it？〃 asked Pitt。
〃Another mystery of the sea。 There is very little I can tell you except the Princess Dou Wan was a passenger ship that had seen her day and was scheduled for the scrap yard。 A pretty ship； in her prime she was known as the queen of the China Sea。〃
〃Then how did she end up lost off Central America？〃
Perlmutter shrugged。 〃As I said； another mystery of the sea。〃
Pitt shook his head vigorously。 〃I disagree。 If there is an enigma； it is man…made。 A ship simply doesn't vanish five thousand miles from where she is supposed to be。〃