David Beauman was an attractive man. He had always taken a modest pride in keeping his body lean and sturdy, and the healthy, active life he'd led in his youth, stood him in good stead now that he was close to fifty years old. His thick grey hair still had a hint of curl which had tempted women to run their hands through it in his college days, and his eyes were clear with slanting lines at the corners. There was an undeniably approving look in Lily Devine's eyes as she looked at him across the banking booth...