Farrar & Rinehart

O'^E 1 She was very slim and light. She was always tense, often atremble, and never failed to give the impression of being a mass of almost terrible power wrapped in a thin and fragile blue-grey skin. The materials that went into the making of her complete being were more curious and varied...

CHAPTER ONE Paris in spring! Paris at night. Le Pont des Cents Bougies at 10:30 p.m. The Seine, sporting her diamonds like some raddled old dowager, flowed hopefully under the Bridge as though waiting for her gigolo to steer her delicately through the rhythms of the city. But the only offer...