False Scent Author:Ngaio Marsh She lay on her bed. Florence, tight-mouthed, put wet pads over her eyes and applied a layer of green astringent paste. — The stuff's stinging me,' Miss Bellamy muttered with difficulty. Florence completed the mask. Miss Bellamy attempted to say,'All right you can go to hell and sulk there!' She heard Florence go out of the room. — Ten minutes late... more »r Florence returned and looked down on the greenish, blinded face. But Miss Bellamywas not yet dead.« less