"Are you feeling all right, sir? " beta Digby dropped an armful of towels on a marble bench near the hot water pool.

"You're looking a bit done in."

Donovan leaned back against the side of the pool, hot water lapping at his chest. "I'm tired, that's all. Were you able

to meet with your smuggler friend last night?"

"yes, sir. I told him about this man I know who wants to be doing business with his captain." Digby shucked off

his coat, dropping the heavy blue wool over the bench. "He tried to hide his interest, but I could see his eyes sparkle at the mention of easy gold....