She nodded.
“I see,” she said at last. “It is better than I thought.”
He did not trouble to ask her what she had thought, or what she imagined he had planned, but saw her into the hotel, arranged for a room, and walked slowly back to the Continental. He was in the vestibule of that hotel before he remembered that he had left an eminent King’s Counsel and Member of Parliament smoking his cigar in a loge of the Tangier circus.
“I missed you,” said Maxell the next morning. “When you remembered and came to pick me up, I was on my way back—we must have passed somewhere in the little Sok. What happened last night?”
“Nothing much,” said Cartwright airily. “I went round and saw the girl. She was very amusing.”
“How amusing?” asked the other curiously.
“Oh, just amusing.” Vaguely: “I found her annoyed by the attention which was being paid to her by a veritable Spanish hidalgo.”
“And you sailed in and rescued her, eh?” said Maxell. “And what happened to her after she was rescued?”
“I saw her home to her hotel, and there the matter ended. By the way, she leaves by the Gibel Musa for Gibraltar this morning.”