Nick Carter got to his feet, and strolled thoughtfully back to the hotel.
CHAPTER IV.
A DINNER WITH NICK CARTER.
The Baroness Latour sat at a little writing table behind the lace curtains in her sitting room, making notes in a dainty memorandum book. Occasionally she peered through the fine web of the curtain at the handsome white yacht gently rising and falling on the swell in the bay.
A knock at the door, and her maid took a note from a bell boy and handed it to the baroness.
“The boy is waiting for an answer,� said the maid.
“Very well, Florine. I’ll see what it is.�
The baroness started with uncontrollable astonishment when she found that the letter was a respectful request from Colonel Pearson that she would give him the pleasure of dining at his table that evening.
“Well, who would have thought this?� she murmured. “Colonel Pearson, eh? Indeed, I’ll dine with him.�
She wrote a note of acceptance in a firm, but entirely feminine hand, and sealed the envelope with golden wax, stamped with a large “L.�
“I rather think that ‘L’ is convincing,� she said to herself, with a smile, as she handed the letter to Florine, to give to the waiting bell boy.