He thrust his arm through the Livadian's, and before the latter could protest he had brought him to a chair and practically pushed him into it. "You had better have a drink right away," he added. "You look done to the world. Get the whisky, will you, Guy?"
Guy started off to do as he was asked, and before the disgruntled Señor had properly recovered himself Tony turned back to him with a disarming smile.
"Sorry to have been so snappy," he said. "I suppose you have just found out about Isabel, and of course you would think we were scoundrels—naturally."
With an effort Congosta managed to regain his power of speech.
"You know what has happened?" he demanded hoarsely. "You know where she is?"
"I have just heard that she was decoyed away from Chester Square by a false telephone message at nine o'clock this morning. For the moment I have no idea where she is. If I had I shouldn't be sitting here."
"Then you shall know!" gripping the arm of the chair, Congosta bent forward towards him. "She is a drugged and helpless prisoner on the Vivid. By now she is half-way down the Thames on her way to Livadia."
There was a second's pause, and then Guy reappeared from the dining-room with the whisky and soda.
"Do you hear that, Guy?" said Tony. "Señor Congosta says that Isabel is on board the Vivid, and that they have already started for Livadia."
Guy came up and put down the tray he was carrying.