stared at Cam. âThatâs it. Thatâs your idea.â âA never-ending holiday?â âDonât be absurd. I said that would be boring.â âThenââ âSometimes, I donât know what I see in you.â Phineas rolled his gaze toward the ceiling. âIâm talking about the heiress. Itâs perfect for you. And the Messenger will love it. It will practically write itself.â âI donât thinkââ âCome now, Effington. I can see the title now.â Phineas waved in a grand gesture. â The Absolutely True Adventures of a Runaway American Heiress in London .â âThatâs rather long.â Cam drew his brows together. âYou didnât say she had run away.â âThat makes it more interesting, doesnât it?â âYes, I suppose it does.â âHowever, as far as I know, she hasnât. Run away, that is.â Phineas shrugged. âBut she certainly could have. It would explain why sheâs here in London alone.â âIt would at that.â Cam thought for a moment. Phineas had a good point. What was an American heiress doing on her own in London? It was unusual to say the least and well worth looking into. Perhaps this idea did have potential. â Adventures might not be the right word though. We donât know that she is having adventures.â âA wealthy unmarried American on her own in London? Surely just her presence here could be called an adventure.â Phineas scoffed. âI know my imagination is already churning up any number of possible scenarios. First of all, one has to wonder why she is unmarried. Itâs my observation that wealth in a woman overcomes a great many other flaws, like age or appearance.â âOld and ugly is not what one usually looks for in the heroine of a story.â âMight I point out, youâre trying to write a work of fiction as well as something for your paper. The Messenger has never been overly concerned with accuracy.â âThere is that.â While Cam did prefer not to outright lie, much could be done with implication and innuendo. He had long ago learned the difference between saying a crowd was comprised of nearly a hundred people and saying a crowd was not even a hundred strong. Both were correct but gave an entirely different picture of the proceedings. He ignored the tiny pang of conscience that jabbed him at moments like this, but then he did work for the Messenger and not the Times or the Gazette . Regardless, he was not going to fail at journalistic pursuits any more than he was going to fail at writing a book. âI donât wish to use the word Adventures though,â Cam said thoughtfully. âWhat about The True Deeds of aâ â âNo, no. True is a mistake and I shouldnât have suggested it. Eliminating True leaves you a great deal of room for oh . . . creativity. The Deeds of a Runaway American Heiress in London .â âDaring Deeds,â Cam said. âBetter yetâ Daring Exploits. I like it butââ âThe Daring Exploits of a Runaway Heiress.â Phineas grinned. âYou have to admit, thatâs perfect.â âIt does have a nice ring to it. Still, we donât know that sheâs run away or that sheâs having exploits, daring or otherwise.â âYou wanted an idea and I gave you one. Now itâs up to you.â Phineasâs eyes narrowed slightly as they did when he had some sort of idea. âI know writing stories that are less than truthful for the Messenger bothers you.â âI have accustomed myself to the realities of my profession,â Cam said wryly. âBut your paper also runs serials, doesnât it?â Cam nodded. âTheyâre extremely popular.â âThen write The Daring Exploits of a Runaway Heiress as a serial. As pure fiction.â Phineas leaned over his desk and met