useful to do, and something less decorative to wear.’ He surveyed her thoroughly. ‘That dress would be suitable for the cocktail bar at the Savoy, not the Mexican bush. Haven’t you brought any sensible clothes?’
‘I don’t have any sensible clothes,’ said Carolyn, a trifle moodily. ‘Honestly, what are these men? Sex maniacs, or something?’
The professor laughed at last, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. ‘All right, Carolyn. All right. You can stay, at least for the time being. But any more exhibitions like this one, and you will have no second chances, is this understood?’
‘Yes, Dad.’
‘Good. Then I think we can join the others for dinner. We do have a very good cook, and the food is not unacceptable. Plain stuff, mostly, with plenty of soups and stews and so on, but it’s usually very tasty, and after a day at the dig, anything tastes good.’
‘Some recommendation,’ remarked Carolyn, a little dryly, as she followed him to the table.
Set out in the open, a trestle table was set about with wooden seats, and Carolyn was seated with her father on one side of her, and David Laurence on the other. David had not had much chance to speak to her before this, and smiled as she sat down, and said, in an undertone:
‘I hear you’ve had a spot of bother!’
Carolyn stifled her giggle. ‘I expect the whole camp has heard,’ she murmured. ‘But seriously, though, what a fuss! Just over losing my temper!’
‘Still, Maddie says you’re staying.’
‘I’m on probation,’ said Carolyn, wrinkling her nose. ‘What is this?’ as a kind of soup was placed in front of her by a beaming Mexican in a white overall.
‘It’s delicious,’ said David. ‘Soup with noodles and vegetables. A Mexican speciality.’
Carolyn tasted it tentatively, and found he was right. It was delicious, and she ate hers with some relish. It seemed hours since lunch at the airport in Veracruz. The dessert was a kind of paste, made of fruit and sugar, and hardened in the sun, called ate. It was a little sweet for her liking, but she managed it, and afterwards there was more delicious coffee.
The evening was warm, and sweet-scented, and after the heat of the day was very refreshing. Carolyn lay back in her chair, and smoked a cigarette, listening to the men talking about the day at the dig.
‘Where are you digging?’ she asked David, as they rose from the table and walked casually across the grass together.
‘Over there,’ he indicated a mound of earth. ‘Beyond that small mound there is lower land, and that’s where we’re working. Tomorrow you must come and see for yourself. It’s quite interesting, even for a novice.’ He grinned.
Carolyn smiled at him. He was very easy to get along with, and she supposed he was handsome in a rather boyish way. His hair was brown, flecked with a lighter colour where the sun had bleached it, and he was solidly built although not much taller than herself.
‘I doubt whether I’ll get that close to the digging,’ she remarked, leaning back against the bonnet of one of the Land-Rovers. ‘I think my father intends to keep me firmly in the background.’
David chuckled. ‘Then I should say he has quite a job in mind,’ he murmured. ‘Tell me, are you still tied up with that creep Alaistair Kendrew?’
Carolyn drew on her cigarette before replying. ‘Alaistair’s not a creep,’ she protested. ‘I admit, he can be rather a bore at times, but I’ve known him since we were infants, and I guess Merle thinks he’s safe.’ Merle was her eldest sister.
‘And his money’s good,’ remarked David, dryly.
‘Oh, David!’
‘Well, it’s true. After all, having Lord Berringdon as his uncle is quite a recommendation.’
‘Not to me,’ said Carolyn, briefly.
‘No,’ David looked repentant. ‘No, you’re right. I’m sorry, Carolyn. Come on, I’ll take you for a drive to the lake. It’s not far from here. We all go there to swim. It’s perfectly safe, and you can see Don Carlos’s hacienda from the shoreline.’ He stubbed out his cigarette. ‘It’s quite spectacular, and after the horror of the journey here, I guess you could do with some convincing that this place isn’t as barbaric as it seems.’
Carolyn hesitated. ‘Oh, David, I’d love to, but—but Dad said I hadn’t to—well—–’ Her voice trailed away.
David studied her for a moment. ‘What’s wrong? What has he said?’
‘Nothing really, except that I shouldn’t get involved—with anyone.’
‘I’m not asking you to get involved,’ said David, reasonably. ‘Go ask him then; ask him if you can take a ride in the Land-Rover.’
Carolyn sighed. ‘You’re making it terribly difficult, David.’
David grimaced. ‘Why? You know you’ll do as you like whatever he says.’
Carolyn frowned. ‘No, I shan’t! Oh, David. …’
‘Oh, David, what?’ She swung round to face Simon Dean. ‘Hello, Carolyn. What has Dave been asking you to do now?’
‘Clear off, Simon, there’s a good boy,’ said David, his light tone belying his annoyance. ‘Can’t you see, this is a private matter.’ He glared at the other man. ‘Go write a letter to your wife!’
Simon’s face darkened. ‘Mind your own business, Dave! Now what can be interesting you both? Are you trying to persuade the professor’s fair daughter into getting herself into more bother?’
Carolyn flushed at Simon’s sarcasm. ‘There’s nothing like that, Simon.’ She glanced at the broad masculine watch on her wrist. ‘Look, it’s getting late, and I’ve had a long day. I think I’ll retire and leave you two to your private arguments. Some other time, David.’
David shrugged, and turned away, and Simon said: ‘I’ll escort you to your tent, Carolyn.’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ replied a familiar voice behind them, and Professor Madison took his daughter’s arm. ‘Come along, Carolyn.’ When they were out of ear-shot, he said: ‘You see, already you appear to be causing dissension.’
Carolyn looked exasperated. ‘David asked me to drive to the lake with him. He said it’s quite spectacular.’
‘Yes, Lake Magdalene. Don Carlos’s hacienda is at the far side of the lake. It is a beautiful place, but I wouldn’t advise you to go swimming at night with any of the men.’
‘We weren’t going to swim,’ exclaimed Carolyn, and then frowned. ‘At least, I don’t think we were.’
‘Dave and Simon often go down to the lake after dinner to bathe. It’s the best time of day, and the water is cool and refreshing.’
‘I see. Well, David didn’t mention that to me.’ She sighed. ‘I wouldn’t have gone,
