“Then give me the key. I want to go round there this evening.”
I was surprised, but nevertheless took the key from my pocket and handed it to him.
“Are you going to drive her away?” I inquired.
“Don’t ask questions,” he snapped. “I don’t know yet what I’m going to do, except that I want you to go over to Nice and spend the evening. Go to the Casino, and watch to see if Raoul is there. Be back here by the twelve-twenty-five, and come up and report to me.”
I went to my own room, dressed, and then took train to Nice. But though I lounged about the Casino Municipal all that evening, I saw nothing of either Regnier or Raoul. It struck me, however, that Bindo had sent me over to Nice in order to get rid of me, and this surmise was somewhat confirmed when I returned after midnight.
Bindo did not question me about the person he had sent me to watch for. He merely said—
“Ewart, you and I have a long run before us to-morrow. We must be away at seven. The quicker we’re out of this place, the better.”
I saw he had hurriedly packed, and that his receipted hotel bill lay upon the dressing-table.
“Where are we going?”