The thin sunlight coming through the mist lit up the tints in her copper-coloured hair and deepened the shadows under her eyes. Just to look at her made concentration a feat of endurance and will power. ‘What are you thinking about?’ She adjusted the wrap to hide her legs. I came over from the window and stood at the foot of the settee, facing her. We stared at each other. ‘One thing at a time. How do you know he’s got this money?’ ‘I’ve seen it. About twenty-five thousand in five-pound notes and the rest in small diamonds.’ Just to think of it made me breathless ‘Diamonds, eh?’ ‘They could be sold, couldn’t they, Frank?’ ‘They could be sold. They pay well for diamonds in America. Would you like to go to America?’ ‘I’d love it.’ I sat beside her. ‘A hundred and fifty thousand: that’s a lot of money. Are you sure it’s as much as that?’ ‘It’s probably more now.’ ‘How in the world did he get so much money?’ ‘Do you think he works for nothing?
