[CHAPTER XII]
SILVIO'S GOLD
Jason Jones urged his little car to its best speed until he gained his villa. Entering the ground, he was confronted by his factotum, the Italian, Silvio.
He sprang out and approached the man.
"Is the prisoner safe?" he whispered.
"Certainly, Signore."
"Is she still in the grape-house?"
"With the wine presses, Signore."
"And she can't get out?"
"Unless she becomes small, like a rat, Signore."
Jones glanced around suspiciously, then fixed his gaze on a little outbuilding of stone, with a tiled roof, which stood quite removed from the others of the group.