"It is the best thing he could have done," Warrisden continued; "for he is not safe in France."
"Not safe?"
"No. Did he not tell you? He deserted from the French Legion. It was the only way in which he could reach Roquebrune by the date you named."
Pamela was startled, but she was startled into activity.
"Will you wait for me here?" she said. "I will get my hat."
She ran into the villa, and coming out again said, "Let us go down to the station."
They hurried down the steep flight of steps. At the station Warrisden asked, "Shall I book to Monte Carlo?"
"No; to Eze," she replied.
She hardly spoke at all during the journey; and Warrisden kept his question in reserve--this was plainly no time to utter it. Pamela walked at once to the hotel.
"Is Lady Stretton in?" she asked; and the porter replied--