“Rex! Thank God! At last! At last you know me!” she said, springing forward and grasping both my hands. “You’ve been very ill, my dear, devoted friend.”
I stared at her and saw that she was very pale and worn. But the soft hands that I held were real!
So surprised, so utterly perplexed was I, that I could hardly find my tongue. But after a few moments of silence, the chords of by unbalanced brain, at first unable fully to realize my whereabouts, were touched.
I heard her speak. “You do know me now, Rex—you do, don’t you?” she demanded in tense eagerness.
“Yes,” I replied.
“And you can really recollect?” she asked, softly, bending over me.
“Everything,” was my answer, as I sat there like one dreaming. But, indeed, at that moment, I doubted the reality of it all, for the evil faces of both Feng and Humphreys overshadowed that fair scene of feathery palms and tranquil sea.
“Ah! The doctors were right after all!” she cried joyously. “They advised us to bring you here—to Cannes.”
“What? Am I in Cannes?” I asked astounded.
“Yes,” she said, “This is The Beau Site Hotel. Do you feel well enough to know what has happened?”