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were discussing it one night, not long after Penmaric's death. Not that it was meant for my ears, mind.  Don’t say anything to this bunch.”
    Greg shook his head vigorously. “I wouldn't dream of it, but was anyone else in here at the time?”
    “Not that I recall: no-one of consequence." Eddy scratched his brow pensively. "Just old Isaac.”
    “Isaac?” Greg gulped down his drink.
    “Local tramp - better known as the man with a bag .” 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Greg left the pub and went immediately to see Sarah.
    ‘Mrs P's takin’ a bath,” said the maid as she ushered into the lounge, “'Spec' she’ll be down d’rec’ly, but I'll go an' tell 'er.”
    A few minutes later, a rose-pink Sarah swept into the room, smelling sweetly and clad only in a silken bathrobe. Greg caught his breath as he saw, through generous gaps in the robe, that she was naked beneath.
    “Something wrong?” she asked without the least concern there might be, then without pause, “I'll get you a sherry?” She crossed to the drinks cabinet, certain Greg wouldn’t refuse.
    “No, nothing wrong. It’s just some news - probably gossip - I’ve heard.”
    “Go on,” urged Sarah.
    After making her promise not to repeat the information, Greg told Sarah - without disclosing his source - what he’d learnt.
    "It's news to me!" Sarah saw her drink off in one as she seated herself beside Greg on the Chesterfield. “But whatever's going on, I should have known that rat Tennant was part of it! I’ll get my maid to track down Nigel so we can gauge how much he knows.”
    “That's the last thing I'd do - for my money it's better to say nothing at this stage!” Greg felt guilty - as though he’d been carrying tales. “I told you only because I thought it might throw some light on things. Say nothing and let me keep an eye on those two. I might also gain Nigel’s confidence when we go to Spain - and learn something of real value perhaps.”
    Sarah nodded agreement. “I never trusted Tennant, yet Lawson idolised him for some reason: gave him butler status, almost. But what I don’t understand is, as any proceeds are to be shared to the penny, what could Tennant, Nigel - or anyone - hope to gain?”
    Greg smiled at her naivety. “Everything, if your late husband left undisclosed assets. Are you sure he never mentioned anything? No antiques or holdings of any sort?”
    Sarah shook her head as she rose and crossed to the cabinet to pour another drink. As she bent forward to place her glass on the table, her robe fell open momentarily. Greg was instantly aroused, and found it difficult to conceal the fact. He wriggled into a more comfortable position as Sarah handed him the drink, which he took with one hand and placed on the table before him. Simultaneously he grasped Sarah’s wrist with his free hand and tugged her gently towards him. Sarah offered no resistance. She flopped willingly onto the couch, her robe hanging partially open to expose her lithe, pink body. Greg’s head pounded. They kissed each other hard and furiously. He cradled Sarah around her waist and laid her gently back. “What if someone comes in?” he asked breathlessly. “Wouldn’t dare,” she purred as she flung her robe fully open, “besides, it’s much more fun when there’s a risk, don’t you think?” The pair lay fully stretched on the couch, both deliriously eager to make love there and then. Sarah laid her head back and gasped.
    “Don’t be too gentle with me, Greg...Please…"
     
    Both sat serenely back after their lovemaking, Greg drawing hard on a cigar he’d helped himself to. He was far from unhappy with the development: it was welcome, despite the fact that he felt suddenly committed.
    “If I do help unearth buried treasure,” he said after some thought, “will you return the favour?”
    “Depends on what it is,” replied Sarah flippantly.
    “If we can raise the money, will