"You are seeking my husband's address, but why did you not come to me?"
He smiled a little contemptuously.
"I did not come, Madame, because you would not have given me what I wanted."
There was a threat here, and she could not mistake it. The peril of her situation occurred to her immediately. He had offered no opposition when she switched on the light; he knew, then, that she dare not summon assistance, and was content with the knowledge for his security.
"I do not understand you," she said with wonder. "Why are you not with Sir Luton?"
He laughed openly.
"You know that, Madame—you and the other. Why do you ask me the question?"
She thought upon it, trying to recall the account of the flight as it had been given to her.
"You were to go to Paris," she said presently, "you were to await Sir Luton there?"
He did not deny it. His shoulders were lifted in a characteristic gesture, his hands outspread when he rejoined: