As the cycle of his erratic life was due again for a change against him, and just as he was determined to settle down and marry a chaste, very beautiful girl who adored him without knowing his real traits, he discovered that he was on the edge of total bankruptcy.
Molly Kendall was twenty-two, a virgin, with silver-blonde hair coiffed in a chic upsweep. She was the only daughter of an elderly Long Island City couple who had retired from their business of antique shops. He had met her quite by accident in an art museum on Fifth Avenue, fallen desperately in love with her and, realizing that he couldn't seduce her, decided to marry her.
They had gone to Miami for their honeymoon, although Molly hadn't really wanted to go there since her parents had taken her there nearly every winter when
