“I believe so. Unless I find Batouch below.”
She slipped the revolver into the pocket of the loose coat she wore.
“But it is dark.”
“It will be day very soon. Look!”
She pointed towards the east, where a light, delicate and mysterious as the distant lights in the opal, was gently pushing in the sky.
“You ought not to go alone.”
“Unless Batouch is there I must. I have given a promise and I must keep it. There is no danger.”
He hesitated, looking at her with an anxious, almost a suspicious, expression.
“Good-bye, Monsieur Androvsky.”
She went towards the staircase. He followed her quickly to the head of it.