"Brown, Roswell - Grace Culver 07 - Red is For Fox" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Roswell)

The fashionably dressed young lady stopped at the desk in the spacious

lobby, listening to the switchboard operator intone a monotonously cheerful,

"Tallyho Inn, Good afternoon."

"Yes, miss?"

She smiled at the clerk who was bowing her toward the register.

"The rooms for Miss Rossiter and her uncle, please. We wired from New

York."

"Yes, miss." He turned the book to the "R" sheet, holding out a pen. "If you'll

sign here. For your uncle, too?"

"Miss Rossiter, Mr. George Rossiter and companion, New York City." As she

wrote the words, the girl's sherry-colored eyes were busy with the name above her

own. She found the one she was looking for only three up the column. HM. John

Ribden, valet, chauffeur, groomЧLondon, England.

"Ha! Honorable John and Company, eh?"

"Beg pardon, Miss?"

"Nothing, thanks. It was just my false teeth clacking, I guess."

Smiling brightly, she turned from the desk. The clerk, bewildered, stared

after her.

Not a bad-looking dish, what with that red hair and all, he decided. New

money, to judge by the number of shining bracelets and the too-fancy clothes.

Like a lot of the dames that tried to kick society for a goal at the Lakeview Hunts.

Miss Rossiter crossed the lobby slowly, looking over the crowd. In one corner,

a tall, dark man In riding clothes was leaning against the wall doing nothing Her

eyes narrowed at sight of him, but she kept on toward the elevators.

"Pardon me, miss, but I think this is yours?"