Chapter Two
Cross My Palm With Silver
The butler of Blackthorne House stood in the parlor door. “Two men are at the front gate and wish to speak with you, Sir Richard. Crom is making them wait there until I spoke with you first.”
“Who are they, Selby?”
“He says they are dressed as Gypsies, Sir. They gave their names as Karel and Stasio. No last names. There are others in five wagons on the road.”
“Gypsies!” Richard’s sister, Addy, clapped her hands. “How wonderful. I always wanted to meet a genuine Gypsy. I’ve heard they have enormous c***s. Please let them in, brother.”
“Well, I don’t want you unbuttoning their trousers to find out for yourself. They just might try to come back at night and steal you right out from under our noses.”
Addy giggled and ran over to the mirror, checking
