“Not the slightest. All we know, Sparky and I, is that it is of the greatest importance to China and that it must go through.”
“Here we are,” he said, helping her up the steps. “One more dance.”
“One more and that’s all,” she agreed. “I must have my beauty nap, for tomorrow I am a working woman again.”
A short time later they said good-night to the Colonel who assured them he was leaving at once. Then he drove her home in his car.
“It’s been the most delightful evening of my life,” she declared.
“It’s the contrast,” was his reply. “Today you were in great danger.” She had told him of her adventure with the spy. “Tonight you have been safe with the right kind of people and quite happy.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Who knows? I shall be with you in the Arabian skies. That much is decided. The rest is chance.”
He went with her to the door of the chateau. Then, gripping her hand he whispered: “Just something to remember.”
She did not refuse. A moment later, a little flushed and quite happy, she was in her own room preparing for a few winks of sleep.