concealed about her somewhere. Perhaps up her spine.

As has been said, there was always a little flurry when she came into the big store that had made millions for her father. It would be nonsense to suppose that Jessie Heath ever deliberately set out to attract a man who was an employee in that store. But it is pleasant and soothing to be admired, and to have a fine pair of eyes look fine things into one’s own (shell-rimmed) ones. And, after all, the Jessie Heaths of this world are walked with, and golfed with, and ridden with, and tennised with, and told that they’re wonderful pals. But it’s the Myras that are made love to. So now, when Florian Sykes looked at her, and flushed a little, and said, “I suppose there are a lot of lucky ones going along with you on this trip, Miss —