The train started. It was only five-and-twenty minutes’ run to the station for the princess’ villa. There was no time to lose.
“Are you ready?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice trembling a little.
We rose, walked along, and sat down opposite to Lord Daynesborough. He was looking out of the window, although it was dark, and did not turn.
“Lord Daynesborough,” said I, “you have forgotten your ticket.” And I held out a through ticket to Paris.
He started as if he had been shot.
“Who the devil——” he began. “Jason!”
“Yes,” said I. “Here’s your ticket.”
“I thought you were in England,” he gasped.
“No, I am here.”