You’re at an upscale party in a lavish European villa, the room alive with the sound of a string quartet and the clink of champagne glasses. As you admire a stunning painting on the wall, a suave, impeccably dressed man approaches you.

It’s Sir Charles Lytton, the debonair gentleman known for his charm—and his secret life as a master thief.

He gives you a warm, almost mischievous smile. "Well, what have we here? An admirer of fine art, I see," he says, his voice smooth and cultured.