interest in her feeble excuse. 'Let it happen once more, Miss Dean,' she hadcontinued coldly, 'and I'm afraid you must look elsewhere for employment!'Liza's almond green eyes had clouded with an almost visible despair, and shehad made heavily underlined mental notes to buy a second alarm as she hadrushed to remove her outdoor things. Miss Russell could be tart but, as usual,she was so right! No one was more aware than Liza how fortunate she had beenon coming back to London after the death of her father, to have got a job herewithout any previous training whatsoever. Just because her landlady had feltsorry for her and had spoken to Miss Russell who was a distant relation. It, had been a stroke of sheer good luck, Liza was convinced, being far too sceptical to believe one of the other girls, who had said at the time that it was because of her unusual attractiveness.'A touch of class, that's what you've got, young Dean, and old Russell justcan't resist it!' Chloe Eden had paused thoughtfully, her eyes on Liza's doubtfulface, before adding observantly, 'I suppose that's why she's at the top of her particular tree
her ability to spot something she can use to the advantage of her beloved department.'Which might make sense, only not, Liza was convinced, where she wasconcerned. A touch of class indeed! Chloe was apparently given toexaggeration. Yet thinking Chloe quite crazy hadn't stopped Liza from seeking,at the first opportunity, the nearest mirror. Even now Liza could recall how shehad stared furtively at her own wide-eyed reflection, seeing nothing in her rather deprived-looking figure to justify Chloe's irrational opinion.Liza's hair, a thick, dark red mop, had been cut extremely short because of thetemperatures in the tropics from which she had just returned, and her naturally pale skin had been browned to almost matching tints by the heat of the sun.Miss Russell might imagine she had possibilities but, unconvinced, Liza hadturned away.