"Without reserve?" he whispered.
"With my eyes closed."
"If you try to escape, I shall shout and call for help, you will be arrested and it will mean prison. Don't forget that there is a warrant out against the blonde lady."
"I swear to you on my honour that I will make no attempt to escape."
"I believe you. Let us go."
They left the house together, as he had foretold.
The motor-cab had turned round and was waiting in the square. They could see the driver's back and his cap, which was almost covered by the upturned collar of his fur. As they approached, Shears heard the humming of the engine. He opened the door, asked Clotilde to step in and sat down beside her.
The car started with a jerk and soon reached the outer boulevards, the Avenue Hoche, the Avenue de la Grande-Armée.
Shears was thinking out his plans: