“Where is she?” he demanded, springing up from the seat and facing his companion.
But she made no response. She only stared blankly before her at the dark sluggish waters of the Seine.
Chapter Thirty Five.
In which there is another Mystery.
The girl puzzled him.
Her attitude was as though she delighted in tantalising him, as if she held knowledge superior to his own. And so she did. She was evidently aware of the whereabouts of Maud—his own lost love.
He repeated his question, his eyes fixed upon her pale, serious countenance. But she made no response.
“Why have you brought me here, Miss Lorena?” he asked. “You told me you had something to tell me.”