CHAPTER SEVENHalf an hour later the party left the Paradise Hotel. John and Cecilia went first, she clinging to his arm and tripping along daintily, clad in a soft blue dress that he thought was enchanting.
Behind them came Miss Campbell. Frank brought up the rear, glaring and puffing under the weight of bags.
When they reached the beach, John hired two bathing machines and he and Frank took one, while the ladies took the other.
“Are you joining us in the water?” John asked his valet. “Or hasn’t Miss Campbell given you her orders yet?”
“That’s right, kick a man when he’s down,” Frank observed gloomily. “She didn’t say anything, so I am coming in. If she objects I’ll – I’ll –”
“You’ll what?” John asked, fascinated.
“I’ll ask you to protect me, sir. After all, I work for you, not her.”
