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"He called once from Cuba. All he said was that he and Ray were leaving for the wreck site the next day. Two weeks later, Ray returned and told me Hans had died from the bends and was buried at sea."
"And the treasure?"
"Ray described it as a huge golden statue," she replied. "He somehow raised it onto the salvage boat and took it to Cuba."
Pitt stood, stretched, and knelt beside Hilda again. "Odd that he didn't bring the statue back to the States."
"He was afraid that Brazil, the state of Florida, the federal government, other treasure hunters and marine archeologists would confiscate or tie up the La Dorada in court claims and eventually leave him nothing. Then, of course, there was always the Internal Revenue Service. Ray couldn't see giving away millions of dollars in taxes if he could get around it. So he told no one but me of the discovery."
"What ever became of it?"
"Ray removed a giant ruby from the statue's heart, cut it up into small stones, and sold them piecemeal."
"And that was the beginning of the LeBaron financial empire," said Pitt.
"Yes, but before Ray could cut up the emerald head or melt down the gold, Castro came to power and he was forced to hide the statue. He never told me where he hid it."
"Then the La Dorada is still buried somewhere in Cuba."
"I'm certain Ray was never able to return and retrieve it."
"Did you see Mr. LeBaron after that?"
"Oh my, yes," she said brightly. "We were married."
"You were the first Mrs. LeBaron?" Pitt asked, astonished.
"For thirty-three years."
"But the records say his first wife's name was Hillary and she died some years ago."
"Ray preferred Hillary over Hilda when he became wealthy. Thought it had more class. My death was a convenient arrangement for him when I became ill-- divorcing an invalid was abhorrent to him. So he buried Hillary LeBaron, while Hilda Kronberg withers away here."
"That strikes me as inhumanly cruel."
"My husband was generous if not compassionate. We lived two different lives. But I don't mind. Jessie comes to see me occasionally."
"The second Mrs. LeBaron?"
"A very charming and thoughtful person."
"How can she be married to him if you're still alive?"
She smiled brightly. "The one time Ray made a bad deal. The doctors told him I had only a few months to live. But I fooled them all and have hung on for seven years."
"That makes him a bigamist as well as a murderer and a thief."
Hilda did not argue. "Ray is a complicated man. He takes far more than he gives."
"If I were you I'd nail him to the nearest cross."
"Too late for me, Mr. Pitt." She looked up at him, a sudden twinkle in her eyes. "But you could do something in my place."
"Name it."
"Find the La Dorada," she said fervently. "Find the statue and give it to the world. See that it's displayed to the public. That would hurt Ray more than losing his magazine. But more important, it's what Hans would have wanted."
Pitt took her hand and held it. "Hilda," he said softly, "I'll do my damnedest."
