An investigation brings Robie to the thief’s next probable target: Frances “Francie” Stevens (Grace Kelly, left), an icy-hot American heiress who coyly invites Robie to a picnic in the hills overlooking the sea. Wicker hamper stashed in the trunk, the two take off through the sun-drenched landscape in her sleek convertible, police trailing closely behind. But Francie is unfazed. White-gloved hands on the steering wheel, she swerves past buses, pedestrians, poultry, and narrow cliff-side passes, and leaves the French cops in the dust.
She soon pulls into a quiet, secluded spot overlooking tiled rooftops, bougainvilleas, and blue water. After smoothing her hair with a comb from her purse, she serves lunch.
It is a simple meal of cold chicken and beer served from the wicker hamper and eaten sitting in the open-topped car. Robie stretches his legs out the door and drinks his beer directly from the bottle, while Francie stays tucked in her seat, pouring hers into a glass.
She coolly offers him a piece of chicken. There is only the tiniest measure of slyness in her voice: “Do you want a leg or a breast?”
“You make the choice,” Robie says.
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