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LILLIAN HENNESSY LOVED MAKING her entrance at Rector’s Sweeping past the griffin on the sidewalk, ushered into an enorold brilliantly lit by giant chandeliers, she felt what it reat and beloved actress The best part was the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that let everyone in the restaurant see as entering the revolving door

Tonight, people had stared at her beautiful golden gown, gaped at the diamonds nestled about her breasts, and whispered about her astonishingly handsoan’s term, her unspeakably handsome escort Too bad it was only Senator Kincaid, still tirelessly courting her, still hoping to get his hands on her fortune Howit would be to walk in here with abut not brutish, rugged but not rough

“A penny for your thoughts,” said Kincaid

“I think we should finish our lobsters and get to the show… Oh, hear the band… Anna Held’s co!”

The restaurant’s band always played a Broadway actress’s new hit when she entered The song was “I Just Can’t Make My Eyes Behave”

Lillian sang along in a sweet voice in perfect pitch,In the northeast corner of my face,

and the northeast corner of the self-same place…

There she was, the French actress Anna Held, with her tiny waist shown off by a e, wreathed in s her eyes

“Oh, Charles, this is so exciting I’lad we came”

Charles Kincaid s across the tablecloth and suddenly realized how truly young and innocent she was He would bet money that she’d learned the tricks she played with her beautiful eyes by studying Held’s every gesture Very effectively too, he had to adave him a well-practiced up-from-under blaze of pale blue

He said, “I’lad you telephoned”

“The Follies are back,” she answered blithely “I had to coo to a show alone?”

That pretty much summed up her attitude toward hiot done with her father, the old man wouldn’t have two bits to leave in his hile he would be rich enough to own Lillian, lock, stock, and barrel In the ave him the excuse he needed to spend more time around her father than he would have been per votes on issues dear to the railroad corporations Let Lillian Hennessy spurn her too old, vaguely co suitor, a hopeless lover as unremarkable and unnoticed as the furniture He would own her in the end-not as a wife but an object, like a beautiful piece of sculpture, to be enjoyed when he felt the urge

“I had to co the Rawlins prizefighters who’d failed to murder Isaac Bell

This night of all nights, he had to be seen in public If Bell was not growing suspicious, he would soon By now, an early sense of so in the detective’s ed thedestruction? The oversize ears in the sketch would not protect him forever