Barnes explained as she conducted Ivory up the stairs. "Janey wanted to go. She's hardly been outside these grounds since they came here last March. Mr. Ken-drake's very careful of her. Oh, this door leads to the master suite. Along here is Janey's room, and this is yours, next to it."Two trips up and down the stairs accomplished the task of transferring all Ivory's possessions from her car to her room. Wearily, she sank down on the bed, pushing the damp, pale-gold hair from her eyes."You do look hot," Mrs. Barnes said with sympathy. "Quite a heat wave we're having. Jim—my husband— is already worrying about the garden drying out. He does the gardening, you know, and any heavy jobs. I'm sure I couldn't cope on my own. But now you're here it will be a help. Young Janey's a dear, but it's been a trial keeping an eye on her as well as doing my job.""You needn't worry about her any longer," Ivory said."If I were you, I'd have a rest," the housekeeper suggested. "I'll bring you a drink and then… Why don't you have a dip in the pool, to cool you down?"The thought of that shimmering blue water was too great a temptation to resist.
