Nadia hesitated.
Then, with what he thought was unerring good taste, she picked out one that was plain and yet unmistakably had a touch of Paris chic about it.
It was a light felt, obviously left over from the winter collection, but it was small and trimmed only with one large black quill stuck into the band around the crown. She put it on her head and looked at him for approval.
“Excellent!” he exclaimed.
He paid an indifferent saleswoman, who looked tired and was obviously watching the clock for closing time.
They walked back to the voiture, Warren gave the address of his hotel to the cab-driver and as they set off up the Rue de Rivoli he said,
“Now you have another part to play and I shall be interested to see how good an actress you are.”
“You are – frightening me!”
“You certai
