"Pennell!" called Peter, too late again, jumping up.
The girl ran round him, pushed the door to, locked it, and dropped the key down the neck of her dress.

"Voila!" she said gaily.
There came a knock on the door.

"Non, non!" she cried in French.

"Take the wine to Mlle.

Lucienne; I am busy." Peter walked across the room to her.