"Adèle!" I cried hoarsely. "My darling, aren't you——"
By way of answer, she gave a little crow of rejoicing and turned sharp round to the right.
Jonah had passed straight on.
As Pong leaped forward, the scales fell from my eyes.
Adèle was for the side-streets. If she could only rejoin the main road at a point ahead of Jonah, the latter would never know that we had passed him. If…
I began to hope very much that my wife knew the plan of Marmande rather better than I.
Through the dusk I could see that the street we were using ran on to a bridge. It was there, I supposed, that we should turn to the left….
To my horror, Adèle thrust on to the bridge at an increased pace.
"A-aren't you going to turn?" I stammered. "I mean, we'll never——"
"I said the road was tricky," said Adèle, "but I hardly dared to hope they'd make such a bad mistake." We sailed off the bridge and on to a beautiful road. "Ah, this is more like it. I don't know where Jonah's going, but this is the way to Pau…. And now I think it'll be safe to have the lights on. You might look behind first to see if they're coming. You see, if they'd seen us go by, the game would have been up. As it is…"