“With much pleasure, madam,” the man answered.
In a few minutes he returned.
“Madam’s friend was the Lady Carey?” he asked.
Lucille nodded.
The man was gently troubled.
“But, Miladi Carey,” he said, “has left more than an hour ago.”
Lucille looked up, astonished.
“Left the hotel?” she exclaimed.
“But yes, madam,” he exclaimed. “Miladi Carey left to catch the boat train at Calais for England.”
“It is impossible,” Lucille answered. “We only arrived at midday.”