“I never had a sister.”
The dragoon guard threw up his hands.
“Then, if it’s all the same to you,” he continued, “and not revealing any State secrets, would you be so good as to tell me who you are? Introduce yourself to me. For it seems that though we’ve been together the better part of two months we’re still strangers.”
Grey made a rapid but careful survey of his neighbours. Under the circumstances it might not be well to speak his own name where it could be overheard. He took another drink of his grenadine before replying.
“After all,” he said, “this is hardly the place for confidences. What do you say to walking over to my hotel? We can have privacy there.”
And Lieutenant O’Hara readily consented.
At the door of the Hôtel Grammont a courier was in excited dispute with the portier.
“But he will be here tomorrow, perhaps. Is it not so?”
“I cannot say. There is no Monsieur Grey here now, of a certainty.”
“You are sure? You are most sure?”