"Do just what you like, of course," he added quickly. "If you would rather I drove you straight home——"
"As a matter of fact," said the girl with a sort of desperate calmness. "I haven't a home to go to."
There was another brief pause. "Well, in that case," remarked Tony cheerfully, "there is no possible objection to our having a little supper—is there?"
For a moment she stared out of the window without replying. It was plain that she was the prey of several contradictory emotions, of which a vague restless fear seemed to be the most prominent.
"I don't know what to do," she said unhappily. "You are very kind, but——"
"There is only one possible thing to do," interrupted Tony firmly, "and that is to come to Verrier's. We can discuss the next step when we get there."
Even as he spoke the taxi swerved across the road, and drew up in front of the famous underground restaurant.
Before getting out the girl threw a quick hunted glance from side to side of the street. "Do you think either of those men have followed us?" she whispered.
Tony shook his head comfortingly. "From what I know of Bugg," he said, "I should regard it as highly improbable."
He settled up with the driver, and then strolling across the pavement, rejoined the girl, who was waiting for him just outside the entrance. She had evidently made a great effort to recover her self-composure, for she looked up at him with a brave if slightly forced smile.