“But I am not afraid.”
“That’s because you do not sense your danger.”
“From what?”
“An enemy.”
“An enemy?” she echoed. “Who?”
“The one who despatched notes to yourself and young Hammond to bring about your first meeting here.”
“Come,” he urged before the exclamation of surprise died on her lips. “Say you will go to-night. I’ll come over in the motorboat this evening and we can make the arrangements. It is vital that you should leave here at once and without any one knowing or I would not ask it.”
“Without notifying my friends?”
She read from his keen answering glance that he knew she was thinking of Hammond. “Without notifying any one,” he insisted.
“Then I refuse to go.”