"No, Madame. She left for England an hour ago."

"Alone?" asked Pamela.

"No. A gentleman came and took her away."

Pamela turned towards Warrisden with a look of great joy upon her face.

"They have gone together," she cried. "He has taken his risks. He has not forgotten that lesson learnt on the North Sea. I had a fear this morning that he had."

"And you?" said Warrisden, putting his question at last.

Pamela moved away from the door until they were out of earshot. Then she said--

"I will take my risks too." Her eyes dwelt quietly upon her companion, and she added, "And I think the risks are very small."

CHAPTER XXXV

[THE LITTLE HOUSE IN DEANERY STREET]