Working my way through the first 100 HPs. This is the 35th one I’ve read. It’s numbered 63 and was published in 1974. Decent story. Took awhile to get going but it picked up once they got into the jungle. Believable relationship building. This was kind of a anti trope in that the heroine’s father had stolen from his boss when he lost at gambling and was she was blackmailed into marrying said boss in order for her father to avoid jail. But wait you say. “We’ve read that story a million times!” Well yes but he was a bouncer and evidently spent the first 6 months of the marriage raping her continually and then he ran off with another woman to Borneo. The heroine has come to Sarawak to find out if he’s dead or alive because she wants to remarry. Her fiancé is the prerequisite milksop of course. The hero is the man who takes her into the jungle to search for the rotter of a husband. Weirdly the scene where you find out about what happened to the husband is told as a memory. Like “two weeks ago they he’d found out...” maybe the author could have shown us that scene instead of so much description of the flora and fauna. Older books are sometimes strangely written. ( )