he elaborated. 'Maybe even a sultan. It needs cleaning, of course, but even in this state I can't remember when I've seen anything quite so fine.'

It was rare for anything to reduce Violet to silence, but he had managed it.

'The really interesting question is how it came to be hidden beneath your floorboards.'

Violet was well aware what it must look like. What everyone must be thinking. That it had been stolen and, too hot to fence, had been hidden away and eventually forgotten about. But her family had enough of a history without adding larceny to the list, so she said, 'I suppose it could have something to do with the family legend.'

'Family legend?'

'The one about my great-great-grandmother being an Arabian princess who sewed her jewels into her clothes,' she said, 'and ran away from her husband with my great-great-grandfather.'

It was, gratifyingly, Mr Smooth's turn to be reduced to silence-if only momentarily.

'An Arabian princess?' he repeated, with a touch of uncertainty. She could see from his expression that he wasn't sure whether she was pulling his leg.

'With blue eyes,' she added, beginning to see the possibilities for entertainment herself. 'I'd always assumed it was just one of those tales that had grown in the telling.' She shrugged, leaving him to make up his own mind.

'Most stories have some element of truth in them,' he suggested. 'Was he a soldier? Your great-great-grandfather?'

'He was in the army. He was a medic. Stretcher-bearer,' she explained.

'Quite.' Then, 'It's more likely that he brought this back from the Middle East as a trophy,' he said, apparently discounting the Arabian princess theory as pure fantasy. 'Possibly from Turkey. This kind of elaborate decoration was favoured in the Ottoman dynasty.'

'Actually,' she said, refusing to allow him to dismiss her story in quite so casual a manner, 'it was the