Fuller was told to continue the inquiry, and Sylvia’s body was released for burial. Even though the robbery squad had told the media that they were searching for a man called Philip Simmons, D.S. Fuller did not make the connection. The suicide of a woman in St. John’s Wood was not the crime of the century. The name Philip Simmons was simply listed among many others they wished to interview in connection with Sylvia Hewitt’s death.
The robbery squad took a big step forward when British customs, working with Interpol, traced a motorized yacht named the Hortensia Princess, owned by Paul Dulay and anchored in the south of France. They contacted their European counterparts, whose records showed that the Hortensia Princess had left Cannes four days before the sighting and returned four days later. They e-mailed a photograph of Dulay’s boat.
The boys who had seen the yacht on the day of the robbery were questioned again by customs and asked if the boat they had seen bore any resemblance to the photograph of Dulay’s vessel. They agreed without hesitation that it was the same one. Then the investigating team discovered that Dulay was a jeweler. Two detectives were sent to interview him and his crew.
The two crew members confirmed that they had picked up a box dropped by a helicopter off the English coast. When they hauled it aboard it had been full of junk, so they had tossed it back into the sea. They said a fault in the fuel gauge had occurred, which was why they were anchored off Brighton. They had been able to repair it themselves, then hauled up the anchor to return to France. When asked if the owner of the boat had been aboard, they said that he had and that he had instructed them to retrieve the package.
Paul Dulay was working in his shop when the officers questioned him about his trip. He kept his cool, saying that he had not been ashore in England. He gave the names of three companies he had called from the yacht to ask for assistance with the fuel gauge before they had managed to repair it. He didn’t flinch when asked about the crate.
“Oh, yes. We saw a helicopter flying overhead and watched it drop something into the water. I instructed my crew to haul it aboard.” He gave a knowing look. “It might have been drugs-anything, you know. When we opened it, it was full of empty bottles, a couple of jackets, and some other clothing. We tossed it back into the water. It’s probably still floating around out there.”
The police asked about the helicopter, but Dulay shrugged. He couldn’t remember, possibly a twin engine as it was quite large, and there were two or three people aboard. The officers left, only to return an hour later with a helicopter manual showing different designs. Dulay took a long, hard look, then pointed to a Sikorsky S-76. “This one.”
“Would you mind if we searched your boat?”
“No, of course not.”
“We’d also like to look over your premises.”
“I don’t see why this is necessary, but by all means.”
The two officers left Dulay in a cold sweat. He called the captain of his boat and told him to reiterate the make of the helicopter he’d identified and to say that three people were on board.
The officers reported that they had searched Dulay’s boat, home, and workplace but had found nothing incriminating. They did note that Dulay himself cut stones and had a very well appointed workroom at the rear of his shop. He also had a successful business with influential clients. They said he had been helpful in every way and that they were not suspicious.
They were told to stay away from him until further notice but not to return to England. They were to keep surveillance on him and to make it obvious. He might not have given them reason to doubt him, but the coincidence of his profession and his having been near England at the time of the robbery and the business with the crate made him a suspect.
The same photograph of the helicopter was subsequently shown to the boys, who knew nothing about helicopters and were unable to confirm if it was the same make.
The team began to inquire into who in the United Kingdom owned a Sikorsky helicopter. They also contacted the companies Dulay said he had asked for help. All remembered the inquiry, so his story could not be disproved. Launches were sent out to find the crate.
Dulay was sure he was being watched, and his nerves were getting the better of him. He wanted to contact de Jersey but was afraid to. However, a few days after he’d been interviewed he received a call from the man himself. The newspapers were full of details of the helicopter, stating it was likely to have been the getaway vehicle, so de Jersey had known Dulay would be unnerved. He called from a pay phone at Kempton Park racecourse. He had just watched Royal Flush sail home first with ease, ensuring his place in the Derby. He had congratulated Mickey, avoided posing for photographs, and watched his horse get rugged up.
He was still on a high when he rang Dulay. “How are you?” he asked.
“They’re on to me, I’m sure,” hissed Dulay.
“Not if you followed orders.”
“There’s some witness who saw the drop.”
“But you kept to the story?”
“Yes. They searched the boat from top to bottom. My house, the shop-”
“But it’s well hidden, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” De Jersey maintained his calm.
“Yeah, but you’re not the one being tailed. Man, I am shitting myself.”
“Just carry on as if nothing’s happening. Don’t go near the loot, just stick to the plans. We don’t collect until the heat’s off. Go about your business and see how Mr. Kitamo is. We want that down payment.”
“He’s going to want to authenticate the Koh-i-noor, but I’m too hot right now to retrieve the jewels.”
“Well, if he wants the diamond, he’s just going to have to trust us. You tell him we want the million dollars before we’ll let him see it. Unless he’s completely out of touch, he knows by now there are some priceless gems to be had.”
“I hear you. Anything happening at your end?”
“No. Still in the clear.”
By the end of the call, de Jersey was edgy. He had not expected a problem so soon. Apart from the Koh-i-noor, the jewels were still in the crate, wrapped in tarpaulins and haversacks, hundreds of feet down in the ocean. A lobster pot marked the place where it had been dropped off the coast of Cannes, toward a small inlet and fishing harbor. When it was time to collect, Dulay would go in single-handed with a speedboat: no crew, no witnesses.
The coast guard retrieved a large, old wooden crate. It contained boiler suits, boots, two jackets, and a pair of shoes. It provided the robbery squad with no further clues and made Dulay’s explanation seem more credible.
Dulay read on the Internet that the crate had been recovered, but the news did little to ease his mind. He had been lucky so far, but how long would his luck hold out?
Sylvia Hewitt’s death looked suspicious to D.S. Fuller. He had removed her business diary and personal papers from her office, plus letters and files from her St. John’s Wood flat. He discovered from her office diary that she had had numerous appointments for the weeks after her death and had made dates for dental and medical checkups the next day. This was not the pattern of a woman contemplating suicide.
He called Matheson again; the PI felt certain that when he had last spoken to her in New York Sylvia was not suicidal but determined to trace Moreno in the hope of recouping her losses. Matheson added that Moreno had disappeared.