Torch Song
13 Schellingstraße
München, Bayern

Detained in Munich on family business. STOP
Unable to attend Elsa Maxwell's gala in Beaulieu-sur-Mer. STOP
You may attend instead. STOP
Le Château Noir in Nice is looking for an act. STOP
For God's sake, get out of Cairo. STOP


Mia's telegram is a relief to me. I thank Kadira and ask her to charter Miss Ariston's plane for me, upon her return. I peek back into the Blue Lotus where Sally waits alone at our table. Just beyond I spot Nesime's entourage...and Nettie with them. I am frozen for a moment, eyes fixed on the lovely Parisienne whose merest tilt of the head or flourish of the hand is an exquisite dance - perfect, trained, and bewitching. The soft glow that envelopes her radiates to all who surround her. There are many notable men and women that dine with her - royalty and film stars - but they all credit Mignonette Pacal as the most lustrous gem in the crown.

Her casual jests elicit uproarious laughter from her dining companions. The playful wag of her eyes, the bob of her lashes, and the cunning dimple at the corner of her pink smile charm the gentlemen around her without mercy. Leaving my darling Nette in Cairo may be the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.

How long has she been staring back at me? Apparently my hiding place behind the potted palm in the lobby was insufficient. I turn quickly, collect myself with a sigh, and head for the lift. Before the attendant closes the door, Mignonette enters the lobby. "Wait," I tell the attendant. I slowly step out of the lift.

"Simon," Nettie begins, softly. "I..."