The Englishman looked up inquiringly.
"Well, she is here."
"At the inn?"
"Yes. I met her down in the big river meadow this afternoon, and she calmly informed me that she had left home for good."
"Run away?"
"Run away. Taken the key of the fields. Beat it for keeps. How does that strike you?"
"Any particular reason?" inquired Halkett indifferently.
"Why, yes. The child has been used by the secret police to spy on people in the Café Biribi."
Halkett's eyes opened at that.
Warner went on: