Muriel clasped her white hands in distress.
"He will guess," she said. "He will guess from that. It was he told me of this place—told me only the other day in much those words."
Stainton smiled a little.
"I fancied he would guess," said he: "I intended that he should."
"But he will follow!"
"No doubt."
"You—you—why do you speak so?"
"He can't get a convenient train from Marseilles, so he will probably come the whole way by motor."
"He will—he will! He will know that you have come——"
"I told him that I meant to."