kyte

All it takes is one little white lie, and Frances stealthily gets her foot in the door of the Kyte family home.

Almost equally tragic was the fatal passion of Sir William Kyte, forming another strange domestic drama in real life.

Sprowl hearing his step swung on him savagely, but Kyte coolly closed the door behind him and turned the key.

Kyte's lowered gaze stole upward toward his employer, sustained his expressionless glare for a second, then shifted.

Sprowl's lean head jerked; Kyte went; and the master of the house strode back into the library and resumed his pacing.

The next afternoon she was quite surprised by another call from Craven Kyte.