"But I am frightened, even now with you here beside me, Hugh. He is clever—I am no match for him—I wrote you to come—tonight. It was what he wished. Don't you understand? A trap! You are in danger—here—now——"
But Renwick did not seem to be greatly disturbed. His mind had cleared amazingly.
"We shall fight him with his own weapons——"
"I am frightened. Are you sure that no one saw you enter the garden?"
"Positive." And then pursuing his thought, "You sent a note to the Hotel Europa?"
"Yes—" she stammered, "this afternoon. I asked you to come here—tonight at twelve. You received it?"
"No. It was intercepted."
"I don't understand."
He laughed. "I don't wonder. It's the luckiest thing in the world that I've found you."
He kissed her again, and then quickly, "The Harim is—where?"