Constable Hugh Collins drove to Miss Fisher's mansion, one hot December afternoon. He parked, got out, and walked to the front door. He carried with him twelve roses and a small box. He knocked and Mr. Butler opened the door.

"Ah, Constable Collins."

"Hi. Is Miss Williams available?"

"Let me check, one moment please."

He went upstairs. A few seconds later, he came down again.

"She's in Miss Fisher's room, and she would very much like to see you. This way, please."

He led her into the room. Dot was lying on the bed. Her bare left foot was propped on a pillow. Miss Fisher was also in the room.

"Hugh, you came!" Dot said.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come a bit earlier; I was on duty. I brought you flowers."

"I see—they're beautiful!"

"I'll put them in a vase," said Miss Fisher, and she took them from her.

"And I also brought this." He gave her the package he had.

She opened it up. "Epson Salts!"

"I thought it would help if you bathed your foot in it. My mum used to like to take foot baths in it."

She smiled. "Oh Hugh, you're so thoughtful!"

He returned a smile. "Thanks!"

"Why don't you make the bath for me."

This surprised him. "ME?!"

"I'll mix it up for you," said Phryne. She had just returned into the room.

"Well…ok!"

Phryne took the box away. A few minutes later, she returned with a large bowl of water. She placed it down at the foot of the bed. Then she and hugh helped Dot up and placed her feet into the water.

"This fills wonderful!" she said.

"It's not too hot, I trust?" Phryne asked.

"No, it's perfect!"

"I'll leave you two for a while." She kissed Dot and left the room.

"So, how did it happen?" Hugh asked.

"I was running in high-heeled shoes and tripped."

"I see."

"Hugh, could you rub my foot, please?"

This shocked him! "R-rub your foot?"

"Miss Fisher was doing it—but I'd rather you do it!"

"Well, all right."

He knelt down and began massaging the foot. She winced a little, at first. Seeing this, he said, "Sorry Dot!"

"A little softer, please."

"All right."

He rubbed the foot softer, and she relaxed. "You could have a side career doing this!"

"Thanks, Dot—but I think I'd rather be a policeman!"

He continued this for a couple more minutes. "Thanks, Hugh," she finally said. "Can you do my other foot?"

"Sure."

He massaged her right foot for a couple minutes. Finally, he looked up towards her. They kissed.

"I think I'd better go, now," he said.

"So soon?"

"Yes. Otherwise, we might do something we'll later regret!" He got up. "I hope your foot will be better when we go out, tomorrow."

"I'm sure it will. Thanks, Hugh."

"You're welcome."

They kissed again, and he left.

Miss Fisher came back into the room.

"Miss Fisher, I feel so naughty, feigning a foot injury!"

"It's our little secret, Dot!"

They giggled and hugged.