"Things didn't pan out quite as he intended," I finished, with a laugh. "How did he find out about our meeting?"
"Your cousin sent a message."
"Maurice?" I cried. "But he didn't know!" Then a sudden idea struck me. "By Jove," I said, "Lady Baradell must have told him."
Mercia looked at me calmly. "Lady Baradell?" she repeated, "the beautiful woman who loves you?"
I sat up with a jerk. "Who told you that?" I demanded.
She shrugged her shoulders. "No one told me. I was watching her eyes when she spoke with you."
"Were you!" I said, with some admiration. I was learning quite a lot about women these days. Then I paused. "I wish I knew why Maurice had bolted up to London," I added regretfully. "I'm sure he's got some mischief up his sleeve."
"To London?" echoed Mercia. "Has your cousin gone to London?"
In a few words I acquainted her with the details of the telegram incident. "If it was about me," I finished, "I can't think who sent it, unless it was your missing Da Costa."
She shook her head. "It could not have been Da Costa. He would have let Guarez know first if there had been anything to tell. It is more like that it was Lord Sangatte."