“I don’t know. American Express, London.”
“No good. Are you going to be in the Continent this winter?”
“I think so. Mummy’s hipped on Nice.”
“American Express, Nice, then. You can send for my letter if you don’t go there after all. By the way, it will be addressed to Miss, er, Sarah Vale. Can you remember?”
“Yes, yes; I’ll write it down when I get in.” She hung on my arm imploringly. “Step on it now! You’ll get caught if you keep hanging around with these by-the-ways and can-you-remembers. My God, you’ve only a couple o’ minutes’ leeway. I don’t see how you’ll make it.”
I laughed and patted her shoulder. “My dear Lib, I have a start of at least two hours, probably more. But I shan’t be foolhardy and lessen the time I have. Goodbye, Lib. I can never thank you for what you’ve done.”
“Good-bye forever, Bannerlee.” Dim white arms reached around my neck, and her lips touched mine in a brisk little kiss. “I’m awful sorry Paula had to spill the beans. She took the line Cosgrove was her man, and—and all that sort of rot. Say you aren’t mad at me, or anything. ’Cause I’m to blame for all this trouble, I guess.”
“No! How could you be?”
“I saw you drop the translation in the fire that night, and like an ass I let Paula find it out. But I didn’t mean any harm; honest I didn’t.”
I touched her cheek with my fingers. “You’re absolved, little Lib. It could have made no difference, eventually. You’re going to be Mrs. Cullen some day, aren’t you?”