Poised, a panther glides silently through the low grass, her lithe muscles rippling beneath the silken fur of her flanks, moving with infinite, unimaginable beauty … Such was Nora, sensual as some proud untamed feline, attractive beyond belief. To see here was to become entranced, to be drawn, irresistibly, into her exotic orbit … But deep within her bosom, unseen, swelled the savage and primeval instinct of the jungle, the instinct of the beast whose beauty veils a terrible, uncontrollable violence … The instinct to destroy …