There was a small diamond-paned window in which were displayed some lotions for the face, salves for the lips, violet-scented powder and other cosmetics used by Ladies of Quality.
The products all had a tired, rather dusty look as if the window display had not recently been renewed and the goods on show had been on sale for a long time.
Lady Leone glanced around, but the fashionable ladies and dandies strolling in Bond Street were apparently not interested in this side alley.
There were only two ragged urchins to be seen scavenging in the gutter and a few respectable middle-class shoppers going about their business.
Lady Leone seemed to float gracefully up the three steps that led into the shop and disappeared inside.
As the door closed behind her, a nondescript middle-aged shop atten
