" When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. " Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up at them with such impish mischief that they almost forgot their quest for the singer. " She is with her lover," Hannah said. " But she can always handle one or two more." She winked at them. " Go there, through that door." She made her escape while the uniformed hobbledehoys gawked and gaped and finally burst into the dressing room where Franz, the three-hundred-pound juggling strongman, was adjusting his loincloth. " I ought not do it," Hannah said aloud to herself as chaos erupted behind her. " I just can't seem to help myself. it is a shame, really. "