But a day at Neuchâtel sufficed Muriel; on the next morning she wanted to move on. She made enquiries.
"We might motor to Soleure," she said to Stainton, and when the motor was finally chosen, she decided for the train and Zurich.
"Why, they say there is nothing much to see in Zurich," Jim faintly protested.
"Let's find out for ourselves," said Muriel. "Besides, we have done almost no travelling, and that's what we came for, and now you've no business and nothing else to do."
So they were en route again on the day following, by way of Berne, through the wooded mountains, past the loftily placed castle of Aarburg, past picturesque Olten and Brugg with its ancient abbey of Königsfelden, where the Empress Elizabeth and Queen Agnes of Hungary had sought to commemorate the murder of the Emperor Albert of Austria by John of Swabia, five hundred years before. They saw the hotels of Baden and the Cistercian abbey of Wettingen, and they came, by noon, to Zurich.
They lunched and took a motor drive about the city. In the midst of their tour, just as they were speeding through the Stadthaus-Platz on their way to the Gross-Münster, Muriel said:
"I believe you were right, after all, Jim. There isn't much to see here. Let's go on to-morrow."
It was a tribute to his powers of prediction.
"Very well," he answered. "As a matter of fact, I should like to go back to the hotel this minute and lie down."
She would not hear of that.