"So do I," Drake admitted. "At least she knows a lot about it."
He jerked upright suddenly, caught by the sudden movement on the bed. Adams wheeled, his eyes following Jim's.
"Holy Ned!" he shouted. "The girl...."
he silver fox was gone. Sylvia Fanton, more lovely than ever was stretched comfortably across the bed, her slim limbs partly covered by the fox cape. She was real this time. Drake caught the look of gratitude in her eyes.
"Then you are real," he went toward her in long strides. "I was beginning to wonder."
She crouched away from him slightly, trying to stretch the short fur to cover her rounded limbs. The task wasn't very successful.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. He knew she was sorry. Sorry for all the trouble she had caused him.
"But why...?"