They were not yellow, and she did not know what to do.

She glanced around to try to discover some way to keep what she had, and her throbbing heart stopped and every muscle stiffened.

There was the dim outline of a crouching figure not two yards away, and a pair of eyes their owner thought hidden, caught the light in a cold stream.

Her first impulse was to scream and fly for life.

Before her lips could open a big moth alighted on her breast while she felt another walking over her hair.