She thought a moment and then raised her head joyously and laid her hand in his.
"Whatever you say, mon Philippe," she said bravely.
He took her in his arms and kissed her, but she drew away from him quietly.
"The plan----?" she questioned.
He frowned and smiled in the same moment.
"It requires another--Herr Markov--but it is a brave plan," he laughed, "a wonderful plan. You shall see."
"Why can't you tell----?"
"Because without Herr Markov it fails. He may refuse----"
"I don't understand--
"A woman's curiosity!" he laughed. "Trust me. And wait."