HE left behind him a pandemonium of sound and a scintillation of flickering diamonds. He found the girl waiting for him in the darkness.
“Br-r-r! It’s cold!” she shivered.
“Where are you staying?” he asked.
“At the little hotel opposite the British Consulate,” she said. “It isn’t much of a place, but it was the only room I could get—at the price.”
“You’d better not go there,” he said. “I’ll send for your boxes in the morning. Give me those clothes.”
He took them from her and put them under his arm, and she fell in by his side.
“I am glad to be out of it,” she said breathlessly, taking his arm; “it’s a dog’s life. I was going to quit to-morrow. Those boys have been following me round ever since I came to Tangier. I don’t think I’d better go back to my hotel, anyway,” she said after a moment; “they’re a pretty tough crowd, these Spaniards, and though I don’t understand their beastly language, I know just what kind of happy holiday they’re planning for me.”
They were in the town, passing up the street of the mosque, when she asked him:
“Where are you taking me?”
“To the Continental,” he said.