On the Trail of the World's Most Brilliant Thief

摘要

The plane slowed and leveled out about a mile aboveground. Up ahead, the Viennese castle glowed like a fairy tale palace. When the pilot gave the thumbs-up, Gerald Blanchard looked down, checked his parachute straps, and jumped into the darkness. He plummeted for a second, then pulled his cord,slowing to a nice descent toward the tiled roof. It was early June 1998, and the evening wind was warm.