Solemnly Death came last week to Athanase Vagliano, on the golden Riviera at minute, lovely Roquebrune. Everyone of the smart world has at least passed the place. As your "Blue Train" from Paris halts momentarily at Monte Carlo and then chuffs on to Menton, the prettiest station through which it speeds, the one with the neatest garden and the fairest palms, is Roquebrune. In the great house just visible through dense foliage lived ''The Greek," Europe's "Prince of Gamblers," and there he died—rich.
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