Remember that the French police are the cleverest in the world, and they are working for you." She looked up at him scornfully.
"Police, indeed!" she answered.

"Do you know that all they have done so far is to keep sending for me to go and look at dead bodies down at the Morgue?
I think that I shall send over for an English detective." "You might do worse," he answered; "but in any case, Miss Poynton, I do hope that you will send over for some friend or relation to keep you company.

Paris is scarcely a fit place for you to be alone and in trouble." "Thank you," she said.

"I will remember what you have said." The young man watched her depart with a curious mixture of relief and regret.
"The young fool's been the usual round, I suppose, and he's either too much ashamed of himself or too besotted to turn up.

I wish she wasn't quite so devilish good-looking," he remarked to himself.