The Arab made a deep obeisance.
"Your Highness, the English lady has gone."
"Gone!" the Sultan repeated in an incredulous tone. "Gone! Where?"
"She left the island last night, in her yacht, about two hours after she was here."
Like one thunderstruck, Le Breton stared at the Arab. This unexpected move of Pansy's had upset his calculations altogether.
Without a word he rose from the table. There and then he went over to the hotel to see the manager, his only idea to find out where the girl had gone. He could not believe that she had escaped him; yet the mere thought that she might have done so filled him with a seething passion.
By the time he reached the hotel he had recovered himself in some degree, sufficiently to inquire in a normal tone for the manager.
He was taken to the latter's office.
"You had an English lady staying here, a Miss Langham," Le Breton said the moment he was ushered in. "I wanted to see her rather particularly, but I hear she has left. Can you tell me where she's gone?"
On seeing who the visitor was, the manager was anxious to give all possible assistance, but he knew little more about Pansy than Le Breton did.