The bracelet which she was holding still engrossed most of her thoughts.
"You are not doing anything rash, Miss Jeanne, I hope ?" she asked timidly.
Jeanne shook her head.
"What I am doing is not rash at all," she said softly.

"It is necessary." Five minutes later Jeanne walked unnoticed down the back stairs of the house, and out into the street.

She turned into Piccadilly and entered a bus.
"Where to, miss ?" the man asked, as he came for his fare.
"I do not know," Jeanne said.

"I will tell you presently." The man stared at her and passed on.

Jeanne had spoken the truth.