7/22 Her complexion is as pure as the dawn, touched now and then with a blush as delicate as the petal of a rose.'" "Absurd!" cried Jennie impatiently. "The complexion of a woman at a ball! Of course, she put it on for the occasion." "Of course," agreed the detective. "But that merely shows you how deeply in love he is. Lord Donal is quite a young man. He came up to this room to consult with me, and certainly he doesn't know the difference between a complexion developed in a Surrey lane and one purchased in New Bond Street." "Still, the blushing would seem to indicate that the complexion was genuine," retorted Jennie, apparently quite unflattered by Mr.Taylor's agreement with the theory she herself had put forward. |