“That’s all I want. Just get word to Menard that Skeel seems to be missing. That will be sufficient. Will you say this to your friends?”
“Yes, I will, Renoux. I’ll be glad to. I’ll be particularly happy to offer to Miss Dunois this proof of your confidence in her integrity.”
Renoux looked very grave.
“For me,” he said, “Miss Dunois is what she pretends 346 to be. I have so informed my Government at home and its representatives at Washington.”
“Have you heard anything yet?”
“Yes, a telegram in cipher from Washington late this afternoon.”
“Favourable to her?”
“Yes. Our Ambassador is taking up immediately the clues Miss Dunois furnished me last night. Also, he has cabled at length to my home Government. At this hour, no doubt, d’Eblis, Bolo, probably an ex-minister or two, are being watched. And in this country your Government is now in possession of facts which must suggest a very close surveillance of the activities of Ferez Bey.”
“Where is he?”
Renoux shook his head: