The candle beside him was still alight and, before he leaned to blow it out, he glanced upward curiously at the dark draperies overhead.
And then he started.
For on the ceiling a shadow lay, huge, grotesque: the shadow of a mighty crown! A sudden memory assailed him.
He looked closer. The curtains were drawn into a knot and held in place by a heavy ring of gilded wood, carved into a coronet.
What was it the gipsy had said?
"There's fortune coming over-seas ... and a castle, my fine gentleman..."
Again he heard the husky voice crooning above his outstretched hand.
And he stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide.
For there it hung ... his "golden crown!"