CROESUS GOLD
I had time in the afternoon to return to Rome and visit Corwin at Croesus Gold. I still wanted to know whether he had heard anything about a hoard of staters and if someone was hawking them on the market. Knowing what I did about Corwin and his not-always-legal approach to securing his treasures, I doubted that he would be willing to tell me much, but I trusted that I could see through any deflections.
It was about four in the afternoon when I walked up to Croesus Gold. Pushing the door open, I heard the slight jingle of the bell overhead and saw Corwin, this time standing behind and leaning over the glass counter; he looked up at me with a smile.
“Back so soon?” he asked. “I hope now I can show you some of these old beauties that I have collected,” he said, pointing to the
