Durrant held up a silver tray. “Look at these figures around the edge! You can see a nipple.”
“No!” Rene tore the tray from Durrant's hands. “We secure it all – You hear me, you cretin? – all of it for now, and wait till the right time to trade these relics for our lives. Do you understand?” He placed the objects back inside the trunk. “Where can we hide it? Where is contraband merchandise usually hidden at ports?”
“These goods are worth more than we planned to ask for your Marquis' paintings.” And despite his own fear for his life, Rene was tempted as well by this small fortune. The gold and silver could be melted - less money but safer. Fabric and clothes could be sold one-by-one in different towns. The bones… Under the cover of the night, Rene wanted to leave the casket at the doors o
