Yes, I would humour her. If it became necessary, I would pay her the highest sum she might ask for, that I was in a position to pay. But first to meet my darling again. How I longed to see her once more, after all those mysterious happenings!
“How much do you want?” I asked abruptly.
She named an absurdly large sum. Eventually we came to terms, and I paid her in French notes.
“Très bien!” she said, as she stuffed the money into some queer corner in her brief skirt. “You are a gentilhomme, not like ze others. Mais oui.”
Then she rose, signalled to me with her eyes, and I followed her out of the room.
Chapter Nineteen.
More Revelations.
Eagerly I strode out after her.