‘You’re very late, Basil,’ said his mother. ‘You were to have taken Betty to Mac’s.’

‘My fault,’ drawled the beautiful unknown. ‘We just drifted.’ She turned to Basil. ‘Angel–get me something with a kick in it!’

She tossed off her shoe and stretched out her manicured toenails which were done emerald green to match her fingernails.

She paid no attention to the two women, but she leaned a little towards Mr Parker Pyne.

‘Terrible island this,’ she said. ‘I was just dying with boredom before I met Basil. He is rather a pet!’

‘Mr Parker Pyne–Miss Ramona,’ said Mrs Chester.

The girl acknowledged the introduction with a lazy smile.

‘I guess I’ll call you Parker almost at once,’ she murmured. ‘My name’s Dolores.’

Basil returned with the drinks. Miss Ramona divided her conversation (what there was of it–it was mostly glances) between Basil and Mr Parker Pyne. Of the two women she took no notice whatever. Betty attempted once or twice to join in the conversation but the other girl merely stared at her and yawned.

Suddenly Dolores rose.

‘Guess I’ll be going along now. I’m at the other hotel. Anyone coming to see me home?’

Basil sprang up.

‘I’ll come with you.’

Mrs Chester said: ‘Basil, my dear–’

‘I’ll be back presently, Mother.’

‘Isn’t he the mother’s boy?’ Miss Ramona asked of the world at large. ‘Just toots round after her, don’t you?’

Basil flushed and looked awkward. Miss Ramona gave a nod in Mrs Chester’s direction, a dazzling smile to Mr Parker Pyne and she and Basil moved off together.

After they had gone there was rather an awkward silence. Mr Parker Pyne did not like to speak first. Betty Gregg was twisting her fingers and looking out to sea. Mrs Chester looked flushed and angry.

Betty said: ‘Well, what do you think of our new acquisition in Pollensa Bay?’ Her voice was not quite steady.

Mr Parker Pyne said cautiously:

‘A little–er–exotic.’

‘Exotic?’ Betty gave a short bitter laugh.

Mrs Chester said: ‘She’s terrible–terrible. Basil must be quite mad.’

Betty said sharply: ‘Basil’s all right.’

‘Her toenails,’ said Mrs Chester with a shiver of nausea.

Betty rose suddenly.

‘I think, Mrs Chester, I’ll go home and not stay to dinner after all.’

‘Oh, my dear–Basil will be so disappointed.’

‘Will he?’ asked Betty with a short laugh. ‘Anyway, I think I will. I’ve got rather a headache.’

She smiled at them both and went off. Mrs Chester turned to Mr Parker Pyne.

‘I wish we had never come to this place–never!’

Mr Parker Pyne shook his head sadly.

‘You shouldn’t have gone away,’ said Mrs Chester. ‘If you’d been here this wouldn’t have happened.’

Mr Parker Pyne was stung to respond.