He bowed and changed the subject.
“Your investments,” he remarked, “you will be content, perhaps, to leave as they are. It is, no doubt, of some interest to you to know that they are showing already a profit of considerably over a thousand pounds.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“It was an excuse—that investment,” she declared. “Yet money is always good. Keep it for me, Mr. Laverick, and do what you will. I will trust your judgment. Buy or sell as you please. You will let nothing prevent your coming this afternoon?”
“Nothing,” he promised her.
From the window of her beautifully appointed little electric brougham she held out her hand in farewell.
“You think me foolish, I know, that I persist,” she said, “but I do beg that you will remember what I say. Do not be alone to-day more than you can help. Suspect every one who comes near to you. There may be a trap before your feet at any moment. Be wary always and do not forget—at five o’clock I expect you.”
Laverick smiled as he bowed his adieux.
“It is a promise, Mademoiselle,” he assured her.