The door creaked shut, and his footsteps splashed along the passageway outside. She needed to dress quickly. Breakfast? And ten thousand pounds? Him so agreeable? Too good to be true. What if his next move was the bailiffs? It probably depended on how recognizable that frayed, fuzzy, badly drawn image was of Topaz. Splendor knew it because she knew Topaz well. Familiarity lent recognition. Him now? He'd been sitting directly beneath it. Surely he'd seen it? What if he hadn't? What if ...