“One might as well stand under a shower-bath as go out in that,” thought Hugh. “It would be the death of the professor.” And again he sighed for a voiture.
As he looked out for the tenth time he saw Margot making her way to the Casino through sheets of water. She wore his Burberry and the rain ran off her in streams. She was panting and pale with excitement.
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I’m so glad I’ve found you. When the professor came back alone, I was afraid something was wrong.”
“Professor come back alone! ... what do you mean?”
“Why, he’s there, in his room. When I heard him come up the stairs and enter, I went to see if you were there, too. As I knocked at the door, I heard him moving about inside. I knocked again, but there was no answer. All was quiet. What with the storm and everything else I got nervous and excited. After knocking a couple of times more I came here to find you.”
Hugh listened with growing amazement.
“Are you quite sure there’s some one in the professor’s room?”
“Yes, yes!”
Leading her into the atrium he pointed to the buffet.