“Yes; I will do that,” she said at length.
“Thank you.”
The abbé stared hard at her beneath his dripping hat for a moment, and then, turning abruptly, moved towards the gangway, where his boat lay in comparatively smooth water at the lee-side of the yacht. Denise was speaking to a man who seemed to be the captain.
Mademoiselle Brun followed the abbé.
“By the way—” she said.
Susini stopped, and looked into her face, dimly lighted by the moon, which peeped at times through riven clouds.
“Whom should you have found in the château?” she asked.
“Ah! that I will not tell you.”
Mademoiselle Brun gave a short laugh.
“Then I shall find out. Trust a woman to find out a secret.”