"I can show you the town.  It might take the better part of half an hour," she said.  "The making love bit takes considerably longer...  Oh!  Hell and damnation!  I forgot to ask for water for a bath.  Cook sort of surprised me," Irene admitted.<br/><br/>Carefully, primly, Irene chewed and swallowed.  She sipped her coffee and composed her face.  She watched the man, certain that she had hit upon the cause of his discomfort.  AFter all of their relations the day and night before...he was still fired up?<br/><br/>"Sam?  What's the matter with you?  I'm not laughing..." she said, managing, just barely, to keep a straight face.  "You're acting jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.  Almost...guilty of something.  Did you have another girl in here?" she asked, getting up to throw open the wardrobe doors, peer into the bath room, then moving to look under the bed.<br/><br/>She looked at Sam, kneeling on the floor.  "She could have slipped out the back door when I was coming in the front door."  Irene turned to look at the door.  "Where's your gun, Mr. Markham?" she asked, getting to her feet and moving towards the door.  She wasn't sure if he'd caught on to the teasing and he'd just let her go off down to the terrace below or if he'd worry she might go snatch some working girl bald-headed.  Irene fumbled at the door, recalling that Sam had set all of the locks.