“He may be hurrying to his death at this minute.”
“Did yeou notice that air paper dropped right daown in front uv yeou?”
“Yes, it fluttered to my side of the table in falling.”
“Darned ef it didn’t look to me es if it was meant fer yeou all the time.”
“That is not possible. That masked woman must be connected with the anarchists, and there is no reason in the world why I should be regarded as a spy.”
“Unless it was because yeou was talkin’ with Wynne. The paper may have been meant ez a warnin’ fer ye, so yeou wouldn’t have anything to do with him.”
“I do not think it was meant for me at all. But come, we have remained here long enough. It is getting dark, and I am growing hungry.”
“Be yeou going back to the hotel?”
“I think not. We will dine out doors to-night. I have heard it is the fashion after Grand Prix. We will go to the Champs Elysées, and visit the shows after we eat. Come on.”
The Champs Elysées was blazing with light and alive with merry people, who were dining beneath the trees, which were all aglow with Chinese lanterns.