Chapter Five
Estovia is a large but simple house. Built of thick concrete to endure tropical storms, every room has large openings to the outdoors capable of being protectively shuttered in hurricanes. But when the weather is normal, one has the feeling of being ensconced within a tropical jungle, the trees, shrubbery and flowering vines just about engulfing the foundation and stucco walls. I imagine that an aerial view would show the structure to be nearly invisible, the 70 plus years of growing vegetation hiding all evidence of the late Baron’s incursion of the secluded island jungle.
There are many bedrooms. Each with a separate bath. Simple guest-rooms, one would conclude until, as suggested by Lady Constance, I open a door and an Asian girl silently steps from a small adjoining room
