ennette. His lips formed a low whistle in time-honored acclamation of excellence. The officer followed his gaze and agreed.
"Yes," he said in a low voice, "that girl is really something. Private spec for everything, and she sure knows how to use it. Take that little golden job she's wearing tonight. Nothing to it. But with her, it's terrific."
He was right. Jennette was wearing a slender, soft-looking golden little body that Mark had never seen before. But it was a real prize. Being hostess, she could have clothes on, and sported a half dozen little bracelets and a jet black bandana around her throat. The thing was draped down over her left breast, and the whole effect was really quite stunning.
"Oh Mark!" she exclaimed, running up with an odd sort of breathlessness. "You're late."
"Sorry Jennette," he replied. "Ran into a little trouble and had to go back for another body."
"You must have missed," she said with amused accusation. "I'm surprised at you."
"Aw, there were three of them," he protested. "And the last one used a broad beam."
"Never mind. I forgive you," she told him. "Come along. Let's go look at my garden."
Mark grinned happily. "Wonderful idea. But what about your guests? Are you just going to leave them like that?"