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PROLOGUEThe estate of Michael Legand, international financier, sits back a hundred yards or so from a narrow road that threads its way through the lovely French countryside a short distance outside of Paris. I drove up to the gate and rolled down the window of my car, a run-of-the-mill sedan type that journalists are usually limited to by dint of a miserable salary."Credentials, please," the guard said. Had I not been one of several dozen invitees representing the press, his request might not have been so courteous. Legand was known to run a tight ship, his interests and dealings kept as secret as possible. But today's scheduled event was a special happening. He had something he wanted to show all of us, so that we could show the world."You are Mr. Simone, of the Parisian News and Review?" the guard asked, looking over my press pass. "I do not remember reading you.""Just came over from the Times," I said. "This is my first big assignment. Can't wait to get a look at