Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. \"Barker \" His voice had a ring of pain. \"Sir?\" \"What's this?\" \"Poached egg, sir.\" Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder. \"It looks just like an old aunt of mine,\" he said. \"Remove it \""21.89 | Jill the Reckless, Paperback | Indigo Chapters