“How?”
“You threatened that we'd be detained and questioned. You frightened me terribly. We weren't.”
“No. We weren't.”
She slipped her arm through his companionably. “I feel so relieved and happy. I don't believe there was a tragedy. The Prince changed his mind at the last moment; he's landing at Boulogne or Rotterdam. It may even have been a strategy to mislead some enemy who was waiting for him here in Plymouth.”
“Perhaps. I never thought of that.”
Their rooms were on different floors. The porter showed the way to hers first. Now that they had to separate, Hindwood would have given much for a private word with her. Discreetly, outside her door, in the presence of the night-porter, they parted.
“Then we meet at breakfast,” he reminded her.
“At breakfast,” she assented. “And let's hope that we don't oversleep ourselves.”
VIII
It seemed to him that his head had just touched the pillow when he was awakened by his door being pounded. Sitting up in bed, he consulted his watch. Seven exactly!