"One on the left," answered Jim promptly.
Aleck gave a signaling whistle which caused both the women quickly to turn. Agatha was on the right.
Aleck grinned broadly. "So that Yahoo of a Frenchman wasn't so stupid after all."
"I'd like to get my hands on him!" muttered Jim.
"Frenchman or not, there's going to be a wedding right here in the old red house on Wednesday," said Aleck.
"Hoopla! I knew that was it!"
"And then Mélanie and I are going to cruise back to New York. Awfully sorry—but you're not invited."
"You couldn't get me aboard any gilt-edged yacht that floats!"
At Jimmy's words—wholly untrue, by the way—Aleck's happy mood suddenly dimmed, as he thought of the dangers and anxieties of the past month. He turned and laid an arm, boy-fashion, over Jim's shoulder, pulling his hair as his hand went by.
"You're a fool of a kid!" he said, choking.