Like many another person Mrs. Burton had believed in her own triumph before her battle had been finally won.
Now she walked over and put her hand on Peggy Webster’s shoulder.
“Come, dear, I think you understand I mean to be obeyed.”
Silently two pairs of eyes gauged each other, while two wills fought for supremacy.
But who would have conquered in the end no one was ever to find out.
At this instant there was an unexpected noise in the narrow road behind the courtyard of the château.
Forgetting Peggy for the moment, Mrs. Burton ran toward the gate which led from the courtyard into the road. For the moment she seemed to have lost courage. Few persons in the neighborhood had known of their presence in the Château Yvonne for the past few days.
She felt a sudden premonition of evil. Who could be appearing at this hour to interrupt the effort of the Camp Fire girls to reach Paris in safety?
Mrs. Burton stepped out into the road with Peggy Webster following close behind her.
A cavalcade seemed to be approaching them. Yet there was nothing to suggest danger.