By F. S. Symons
Detective Inspector Jane Bondo enters the interview room. A man in an expensive suit sits in it. A rape and murder suspect. She desperately needs some proof of his guilt. Otherwise she has to release him into the public where he can commit more rapes.
Her hair is a mass of golden ringlets pulled back by a black ribbon so undisciplined as to allow several curls to escape its care. Her sweater is just tight enough to entice the connoisseur’s eye to discern the lace on the top of her brassiere. Her lipstick is restrained, with only a touch of eyeliner. A serious police officer. Yet a suggestion of the possibility of something else.
He says, “This ugly room is now beautiful because you are in it.”