You had left it here beside the bed. It made interesting reading, and the photograph almost does you justice.' He smiled lazily. 'But I looked in vain, querida, under "Distinguishing marks" for that enchanting heart-shaped mole you have on your left hip. Were you afraid some inquisitive Customs officer might demand to see it?' Rachel had the curious sensation that she had been turned to stone. 'You were annoyed at the lateness of my visit,' he went on mercilessly. 'Yet I came to your room earlier—using Juan's key again. You were sleeping so beautifully that I did not have the heart to waken you.' Theatre dressing-rooms were by no means private places, and in any case there was a kind of backstage camaraderie between actors of both sexes in which Rachel had always joined without a second thought. Yet the knowledge that this man had stood beside her bed and seen her asleep and next door to naked made her burn with shame. The scraps of lace she had been wearing would have hidden nothing from him.
