“What was the name of the place they mentioned in Rome?” the Marquis enquired sharply.
“I have been trying to remember it, my Lord. It was a rather unusual name, but I think, although I would not swear to it, that it was Abramo or something very like that.”
“Abramo,” the Marquis repeated as if he intended to memorise it.
“I could not stand listening any longer,” Shana continued, “in case they became aware of me. So I went to the kitchen and then I knew I must tell you what was going to happen tonight.”
“Of course you had to tell me and I am sure you feel as I do that the silver which has belonged to the family for generations is also a treasure of our country. It would be a tragedy for England to lose it.”
Shana smiled.
“I thought that myself when I was coming here, my Lord. In fact
