A policeman came hurrying along but he was just too late.

Very soon they were on their way down Holborn.

Once more Laverick had escaped.
A French man-servant, with the sad face and immaculate dress of a High-Church cleric, took possession of him as soon as he had asked for Mademoiselle Idiale.

He was shown into one of the most delightful little rooms he had ever even dreamed of.

The walls were hung with that peculiar shade of blue satin which Mademoiselle so often affected in her clothes.