The Numismatist's secret stash

"Practically quivering with suppressed glee, now that he'd committed himself, the Numismatist slid aside one of the large rugs and hauled open a large trapdoor in the polished wooden floor. By the light of the flickering torch in his hand, I beheld an amazing sight: coin from all the corners of the globe, in every conceivable hue of gold, in various patinas of age, splling, cascading, erupting, and fading into the darkest recesses of that underfloor treasure-house."