“An honor, Miss Claremont. A true honor. I am Spencer T. Ripley. Your humble servant, ready to usher you into the halls of greatness.” Where had this fellow come from? She’d gotten the basics from her Internet search, but he seemed rather more like a visitor from the past who had landed in the wrong era, and was as happy as could be to make everyone aware of the wonders of his true time. His dark eyes shone behind his wire-rimmed glasses, radiating some sort of eternal youth.
