Then she lifted her face to his in a manner that was contrived because she knew it displayed the curves of her long swan-like neck.
“The young woman has been carried away from the garden at your mother’s house and hidden so that, clever though you are, my dearest Warren, you will never be able to find her.”
She shrugged her shoulders so as to display the sinuous lissomness of her figure before she added,
“Even if you search and eventually find her, it will be too late, for she will, as I have said, die of starvation.”
Warren drew in his breath as if he still could not credit what he was hearing.
He looked down then at the Special Licence lying in front of him and saw on it his own name and that of Magnolia.
He knew her well enough to realise that she was wildly elated by the feeling
