7/21 May it be my last dying word, if it isn't!" said Jenny Prask. Since that was true--and she did not doubt Jenny Prask for a moment--Jenny would have given anything she had to save her mistress trouble, and Stella knew it. Since it was true, then, that Mario Escobar was staying hidden away in a country hotel five miles off, and that Joan was writing to him, why, after all, she had no rival. She had a week, a whole week, in the company of Harry Luttrell; and what might she not do in a week if she used her wits and used her beauty! Stella Croyle ran down the stairs like a girl. She opened it, and from one of the fittings she lifted out a bottle. |