His horrible thumb shot out.
âTell,â Julia said comfortably.
âYes, I will. Itâs about Aglaia Armitage. Her fatherâs dead and her motherâs no goodâshe ran off to the Argentine with a Dago tenor even before poor Armitage died, four years ago.â
âIs Aglaia in Switzerland?â Julia had visions of a girlsâ school near Lausanne or Ouchy.
âOh no. But her grandfather died the other day.â
âWas he looking after her?â
âNot much, noâshe lived with an aunt in London, her fatherâs sister. ButââColin paused, and his thumb jerked out again. âHe left her quite a lot of money, and she ought to be sure of getting it,â he said.
âWell, canât the will simply be proved, if he left it to her?â Julia asked, puzzled by Colinâs obvious anxiety.
âThe money isnât in a will. Itâs in Switzerland.â He stuck again.
âDarling, do be a little more clear. Why no will?â
âOh, thereâs a will all right, and sheâs his heir. Butâdid you ever hear of numbered accounts?â
âNo. What are they?â
âWell people all over the world, if they want to have some of their funds safe and sure, put them in Swiss Banks.â
âOh, funk-money. Yes, very sensible. I expect masses of Levantines and Armenians and rich ones from those unreliable South American republics have millions stowed away there. But what are these numbered accounts?â
âAccounts with a number, but no name. Anonymous, you see.â
âNo I donât, quite. Unless somebody in the Bank knows which name is attached to what number, how does Mr. Sophocles Euripides or Senhor Vasco da Gama get his money out when he wants it?â
Colin laughed.
âI donât know the exact mechanism, but thereâs some sort of secret record, or code, and the owner can touch his cash in need. Only itâs not quite so easy when the person who made the deposit is dead, and thatâs the case with Aglaiaâs fortune.â
âWhat was her grandfatherâs name? Armitage? The English do this too, do they?â
âI wouldnât know. He wasnât English, and his name wasnât Armitage; that was her father.â
âThen what was the grandfatherâs name?â
Colin hesitated; he gave a curious youthful giggle of embarrassment before he saidââThalassides; Orestes Thalassides.â
âOh Lord, not the old shipowner? He must have been worth a packet.â
âYes he was. And he did make a will all right, with proper legaciesâdonât you remember, half a million to Cambridge alone for science fellowships?âand more to various Redbricks. But although the papers called her a great heiress, all that didnât leave an awful lot for Aglaia except this Swiss money. Andââ again he checkedââyou see he may not have told the Swiss Bank that she is his heiress.â
âWonât the will show that?â
âWe hope so, but it isnât dead certain.â
âIf the will makes her his residuary legatee, or whatever they call it, surely sheâs on velvet?âexcept for death duties.â
âThatâs just the point. The lawyers seem to think that the will may have been left a bit vague for that very reason.â
âOh, these smart foreigners! Here are all our own Dukes and peers selling their family portraits to pay those revolting death-duties, and Mr. Whatâs-it-ides puts his dough in a foreign bank to escape paying.â
âDonât be nasty, J.,â the young man said, mildly and rather sadly.
âSorryâno, I wonât.â She considered. âBut Aglaia knows this money has been left to her?â
âYes.â
âAnd told you?â
âYes,â Colin said again, blushing.
Julia pounced, so to speak, on the blush.
âColin, are you engaged to