He looked about him a moment, then taking me by the arm, led me to the Stone Gallery and thence to the garden.

I wanted to stop, but he kept his grasp on my arm, repeating now and then the word "Come" in whispers, till we reached a lonely spot in St.James Park.

There he halted, and though there was not a living creature in sight, he brought his lips to my ear and breathed the name, "'Sieur George Hamilton." I tried not to show that I was startled, but the quickwitted, sharp-eyed Frenchman read me as though I were an open book, and grasping my hand, cried out:-- "Ah, I knew you could tell me.

It is to rejoice! I knew it!" "Tell you what, count ?" I asked.
"Tell me where your friend and mine is, or if you will not tell me, take to him a letter.

I have been trying to find him this fortnight." "I cannot tell you where he is, my dear count--" "Of course not! I do not ask," he interrupted.
"-- But I may be able to forward your letter to him.