Tony Farrington Talks to a Young Lady with a Penchant for Politics and a Distaste for Fighting

Helen Carmichael toyed with the brown cord round her waist . . . sat pensive and ran her togue over his lips . . . slapped the table-top repeatedly as her voice rose a pitch and the words rushed out.

She's an unexpected leader for an historically conservative political party.

She's young, attractive, self-assured, with blue eyes, and a brown mini-skirt showing enough thiugh to add to her sex appeal.