The Corfu Affair

There was a glow, he thought, that wasn't just on the surface but came from some power source deep down inside her. And, though she stood quite still once she had dismounted from the cart, he had the sensation of seething motion, in the same way that a spi

"Kate, who is this man and what is he doing here?"

Her voice matched her looks and set the seal on the whole of her. It was a full round contralto, like a cello-string bowed by a master hand. Solo suppressed a shiver, remembering the warning, 'This woman is dangerous!'

"I'm sorry, Madame, I really don't know. He says he was looking for the Achilleion, and was under the impression that he had found it."

The dark eyes swiveled back to Solo, and now they really had fires in them. Scorn infused her lovely face.

"The Achilleion? Bah!" Emphasis agitated her curves alarmingly. "You must be a simpleton, monsieur, or a fool, to mistake my palace for that dreary museum of relics. Kindly regard it!" She flung a hand, a slim arm, to point. "Does it look like an ancient Greek monument?"

Solo struggled for composure. This was the contact he had hoped for but never really expected to make so soon or so easily, and now, just when he needed all his wits, they were tangled.

"Your palace?" he queried unsteadily.

Miss Winter came to his rescue. "Mr. Nathan Summers, you are speaking to the Countess A

Solo had no need to pretend his distress. He could feel the sweat standing out on his face. Hoping that his dazed expression would pass for typical title-worshipping humility, he mumbled:

"Gosh! A Countess! A real live French Countess!"

The vision smiled suddenly, and it was as if someone had put a match to a torch—and cast light into a dark place. It was a vivid and beautiful smile. He struggled to make words.

"You'll have to excuse me, your ladyship. Gosh, I'm honored, real honored!" He offered his hand. It was ignored utterly. He looked at it and let it fall again. The Countess laughed, and all at once his mind was full of parallels. Just like this Poppaea might have laughed at the first a

"You are surprised, Mr. Summers?" she challenged. "First you ca

"It's just not my day, I reckon. But honest, how could I know it was the wrong place until I'd seen it? Soon as I did, I suspected it was wrong. As I told Miss Winter here, it's not a bit the way I heard."

"It is perhaps not so good?"

"Ah now, I didn't say that. How can I tell? I haven't seen the other place yet. I'll say this: if it's better than this it sure must be someplace!"

"Mine is better," she told him flatly. "You understand such things?"

"I'm no expert, but I do have an eye for beauty, of any kind. And I hate to contradict anyone, but you don't look just like any other woman."

"You think I am beautiful, yes?" She threw out the challenge openly, but he gri

"Put it this way," he said, frankly. "I don't know all that many titled ladies, not to be familiar with, but I reckon you'd beat them all. In a way, it's a crime..."

"What is a crime?" she demanded quickly, as he paused. "Oh, nothing. Just the way you're hid out, here. On a remote little island, and tucked away in this palace, and, so Miss Winter says, you have very few guests. That's all wrong. What I mean, if I hadn't stumbled on this place by accident I would never have seen you. And just think what I would have missed!"

It was a critical moment. Had he piled it on a bit too thick? This woman was no fool. Had she seen through him? After a pause, her smile gave him the answer. He could have used it for any welding job.

"So gauche," she said. "But so sweet, too. I like you. And yes, sometimes I have guests. You will come to di

"Ah, now!" He put up a protesting hand. "I wasn't fishing..."

"Zut! Say no more. It arranges itself, and it pleases me. A Frenchman would have used twice as many words and meant less. You will come. I will send the car for you. Where?"

"I'm at the Palace," he told her, then laughed. "I mean the Palace Hotel, of course. You're very kind. Formal?"

"Quoi?" She was momentarily baffled, then nodded. "You mean, shall you dress up in a stiff shirt? But now you look comfortable. Why change? I shall be the one to dress up. You shall see!" She wheeled away from him with out a further word, moved to the back of her vehicle and lifted a lid to pull out a bundle of fleecy white towels which she dropped on the tiles. Turning back to him she put out her hand.

"Now I shall swim a little before dejeuner. And I shall look forward to this evening. Au 'voir, M. Summers."

It seemed only natural to take her hand and raise it to his lips, so he did that. She seemed pleased.

"Alors, Kate!" she said. "You will take the cart and give M. Summers a ride up the hill as far as the main road, yes? It is not right he should walk so far on such a hot day!"

It wasn't all the heat of the day, he thought wryly. Solo realized he was perspiring freely as he settled beside Miss Winter in the double front seat of the cart. Employing his handkerchief, he said:

"She is quite a girl. Was that me, or is she always like that?"

"She's impulsive, but I never knew her to invite a perfect stranger to visit, like that. Just what is your game, Mr. Summers?"

"Whoa now!" he sighed. "Don't let's start that again. I already told you…"

"You've tried to tell me that you are just a casual tourist looking for the Achilleion and that you found the Argyr Palace by accident."

"And?"

"I don't believe you. For just one thing, you're carrying a camera, but you didn't attempt to take any pictures!"

"So what do you think I am?" Solo offered her the chance to talk, wondering what was in her mind. In his own was the strange awareness that this girl was every bit as lovely as the Countess and yet totally different in her presence. She exuded a pleasantly warm glow, whereas the other one tended to make a man boil. Odd stuff, chemistry!

"I think you're a fortune hunter," she said, quite positively. "Her ladyship is extremely wealthy, very beautiful, and a widow."

"And what are you?" he wondered aloud. "Part-time guard dog?"

"That's uncalled for!" she snapped. "But, if you must know, I'm safeguarding my own interests. I have a very good position here, and I intend to keep it. So, I ask you again, just what are you after, mister?"

The trundling cart came now to the large steel gates. Miss Winter got down to operate a push-button that sent them sighing wide open, then she rejoined him and the cart purred out into the road, making a left-hand turn uphill.