Minerva’s eyes widened.
Tony had never spoken to her like this before and she could not understand why he was doing so now.
“Gorleston is a strange man,” he went on. “I don’t understand him and most people are frightened of him.”
“Frightened?” Minerva exclaimed.
“He is very important, very rich and, if you saw him, you would understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Well, he behaves as if the world was put there for him to walk on and he thinks that most people are beneath his touch, so to speak!”
Minerva was listening wide-eyed and her brother continued,
“He has surrounded himself in London with men who are almost as rich and important as he is himself and yet he shines amongst them as if he was a King.”
“He has certainly sent an army of people to do up The Castle!” Minerva said. “I have
