As it was below the dignity of the secretaries, Chaplains, aides-de-camp and other personnel to sit with the servants, and their betters would not accept them, these small waiting rooms were provided for them.
Ventura glanced into one and found a stout monk reading a breviary. She closed the door and opened another. Two women sat there chattering vivaciously.
A third room was empty. She went into it and closed and locked the door behind her.
It took her but a few minutes to divest herself of the velvet suit that the tailor in San Sebastian had made for her. She slipped it off, throwing it nonchalantly on the floor and then, with a shiver of pleasure, began to dress herself as a woman again.
It was not easy for her to fasten the dress, which did up at the back, but somehow she managed i
