It was a luxurious place. As much for his own artistic satisfaction as for her, Cairness had planned the interior of the house to be a background in keeping with Felipa, a fit setting for her, and she led the life of an Orient queen behind the walls of sun-baked clay. There was a wide couch almost in front of the roaring fire. She sank down in a heap of cushions, and taking up a book that lay open where her husband had put it down the night before, she tried to read by the flickering of the flame light over the pages."Give me the keysall the keys."Coming back, dropped low, Jeff scanned the beach.
FORE:So despondent was Larry at his failure as a sleuth that he did not like to discuss their adventures with his chums.