Waiting alone in the room where Pamela had witnessed the apparition, with the avian, bloody fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, Lady Archibald thought once more of the fearless Marion, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to that television program, in the clutches of Irving St. Levant and his gang of cutthroats.
   It was then that came an inrush of cool air as the door was flung open, and she whirled around. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, my darling!” he breathed.
   Just then, he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, and as the horror of these last months vanished in a blaze of joy, she realized thankfully that, in the end, things always work out really, really well.