CHAPTER FIVE
Sally and Pamela had packed what few possessions they wanted to take away with them from the mournful little house where now there was no life and assuredly no joy. Most of these possessions, of course, were clothes, and yet the two girls had only enough to fill one of their father's old imitation leather suitcases which they had found in the back of a closet, never used in his arduous lifetime.
Francis Saltiel drove down the dirt road and onto the turnoff which led to the farm, in his green Cadillac sedan, bathed, shaved, wearing a particularly smart, snappy tailored suit which had cost him no less than $500, and a pair of Brioni shoes made in Rome and selling for $75 a pair. The tangy smell of cologne emanated from him, but it was certainly not effeminate cologne. Indee
