The count forwards one set of the drafts, without comments. He only
says he will bring the seconds, and thirds of exchange himself, He
is going to come "home."
He announces his departure to the interior with Judge Hardin. He
wishes to see the properties and interests held for Madame de Santos
by her lawyer.
In a month he will be on his homeward way; Judge Hardin has loyally
played his part. Villa Rocca's letters prove his respect for a bride
who brings him a half million. The letters warm visibly. Even an
Italian count can be impressed by solid wealth. Natalie de Santos's
lips curl in derision of man. Her clouded history is now safe.
Yes, the golden glitter of her ill-gotten fortune will cover all
inquiry as to the late "Senor de Santos," of shadowy memory. She
IS safe!
It is only a fair exchange of courtesy. She has not investigated
the family stories of the noble Villa Rocca.
Cool, suave, polished; accepted at the clubs as a man of the
world; an adept with rapier and pistol; Ernesto Villa Rocca bears
his social coronet as bravely as the premier duke of France--always
on guard!
"Does she love this man?" Natalie looks in her glass. From girlhood
she has been hunted for her beauty.
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