“Meet me at the Casino gate. Same time. Have found it necessary to change meeting place.”
“Who gave you this, boy?”
“Some one in a domino,” he replied, turning away.
“Wait! What did the person say?”
“Just ‘take this note to room 601 and give it to the lady there.’”
“It’s from the count,” and, satisfied, she reentered the room.
Meanwhile, Ruth, forgetting Maud Warren, searched frantically for her father. In and out of corridors, smoking and supper rooms, ball room, verandas, and garden she hurried. The recollection of Maud returned, however, when over the hum of talk and laughter the strains of the “Marseillaise” floated out.
“In honor of De Sonde,” thought Ruth contemptuously.
Some one began to sing, and the place soon rang with the notes of the stirring French song. People began throwing confetti, and the air was flecked with the bright-colored stuff. It was midnight.
No one noticed two red dominos, each accompanied by one in black, steal from different doors of the hotel and disappear in the dark.