Chapter Six
A Sea of Bank NotesStriding into the waiting room she had decorated in green in the hope that it would somehow help to soothe some of the irate tradesmen who had been flocking to the front door lately waving a fistful of bills, Lady Courtney was so full of her own problems that she was all prepared to put off her visitor, despite his high sounding title. What stopped her in her tracks however, was not so much the strange garb of her visitors, who were dressed in flowing robes and odd looking turbans like refugees from a touring stage production, but the dramatic action of the man who appeared to be in charge.
With a flourish, he heaved a suitcase on the tea table, and proceeded to fling back the lid, scattering cups and saucers in all directions. Words of instinctive disappr
