"I can't explain," she answered doubtfully. "My father never said a word to me about the advertisement, or, indeed, about Madame Alpenny's visit. I asked him who she was and he told me to mind my own business."
"Well, Madame Alpenny can explain, as I believe she suggested the advertisement dodge herself." Owain reflected for a moment. "There's something queer behind all this, Gwen, and when we learn what that something is, I daresay we will find out who murdered your father. And then----"
"Hush," said Gwen suddenly, as they turned round the corner of a green alley which ran between high box hedges. "Here they are."
As a matter of fact the lovers stumbled right into the centre of a group consisting of Mrs. Perage and her guests. They all appeared to be smiling, and the smiles grew very broad when the reconciled couple came towards them. Mrs. Perage caught Gwen by the shoulders and looked into her tell-tale blue eyes.
"Is it all right, you nuisance?" she demanded gruffly.
"All right!" assented Gwen, giving her a kiss. "Thanks to----"
"To me," cried the dancer gaily. "I am the goddess of Peace."
Hench took her hand and kissed it. "I can never thank you sufficiently."
"I don't require thanks, Mr. Hench. But did I not tell you that when you really fell in love you would understand how wholly different it was to your feeling for me?"
"You did, and I have learned the difference. Admiration is moonlight, and love is the most glowing of sunshine."