Chapter SixWhen they arrived at the Villa, Quintus Tiverton carried the money into the salon and, pushing aside some china ornaments, set the coins down on a small round table.
Selina looked with delight as he arranged the piles until they practically covered the table.
“How much have you won?” she asked breathlessly.
“Very nearly one thousand pounds in English money,” he replied. “That at least will keep the wolf from the door for a short while.”
“We can pay – our debts?” Selina asked.
“We will do that tomorrow,” he nodded.
Then he sat back in his chair and said,
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
Selina related how she had gone upstairs and entered the Baron’s bedroom.
“I did not know what I was looking for,” she said, “and yet vaguely I felt I might find something that would be a
