My grandfather died and the door creaked opened, we were allowed to look into a past that had been sealed forever.   What were they doing in there?   An ancient world of  Dutch, or older still, Spanish jews, of clockmakers and Brazilian fortunes; a world of cunning deceit, gold dust and bullion, robbery and fencing, of bankers untrusted and exportation to the New World. No wonder it was hands off, cupboard doors slammed closed and padlocked, chained against any threat of discovering ancient secrets, hoped lost. No, my darling grandfather passed away and we ripped the doors asunder and marched right in.  Here it is, as much as I can gather!

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