“No!” she answered quietly. “Well, if you can discover his address, remember I should be glad to hear it.”
He took up his hat reluctantly. He had hoped at least that he might have been asked to luncheon. It was obvious, however, that he was expected to depart, and he did so. On the whole, although he had escaped from an exceedingly awkward situation, he could scarcely consider his visit a success. On his way out he passed Deyes, stepping out of a cab piled up with luggage. He nodded to Hurd in a friendly manner.
“Miss Thorpe-Hatton in?” he asked.
“Just left her,” Hurd answered.
Deyes passed on, and was received by the butler as a favoured guest. He was shown at once into the morning-room.
CHAPTER XIX
A REPORT FROM PARIS
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