Her life is a sealed book to all, and a mere business interest has drawn us together." The Englishman went callously on: "There are a couple of mountainously rich American girls coming down here to-morrow at nine o'clock to spend the day at Chillon with me.

I need a running mate.

Will you then meet me at the Montreux Landing?
You can have a day off, and these young fools are fat pigeons, ardent, and enthusiastic." Hawke saw the hesitation on the man's face.
"You can say to Madame Frangipanni that you are with me and that I will explain later at the dinner." With a glance at his watch, Alan Hawke rang for the Oberkellner.

He was extending his hand in goodnight, when the refugee cried imploringly, "I must see her once more! Tell me of her journey!" and Major Hawke deliberately lied to the poor vaurien artist, the wreck of his better self.

"The through train to Paris is her only address.