“Sir? Your crown!”
“My fastest ship of the fleet!” Javier was scrambling towards his quarters, his servant not far behind him. He felt twenty years younger. No! Thirty! There was a kick in his step and he wanted to shout for joy.
No!
“Shall I respond to the telegram?” The voice was breathless and urgent.
Javier stopped and whirled around; a crazed expression crossed his features. “Yes, my dear fellow! Tell him…” He paused, his eyes flashing mischievously, “tell him Gerard has come back from the dead!”
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“Millie, you’ve received a note from your mother.” Mrs. Dixon entered the kitchen carrying a stack of mail. A sign of relief exited Mrs. Dixon as she noted the absence of any threatening letters. It would seem that the last installment withdrawn by the barrister shortly after th
