Nobody else was near; Darrell's eyes were fixed on me, and his hand detained me in an eager grasp.

But I looked hard at the pair there ahead of me; there was a cloud over the moon now, in a second it passed.

The next moment the two had turned their backs and were walking off together.

Darrell, seeing my fixed gaze, turned also.

His face was pale, as if with excitement, but he spoke in cool, level tones.
"It's only M.Colbert greeting M.de Perrencourt," said he.
"Ah, of course!" I cried, turning to him with a smile.