“But say nothing regarding Adam or his friend. Our compact is a strictly private one, remember.”
And then Max, grasping the hands of the man whom he believed was his friend, placed the note in his pocket and went out into the blazing hot September afternoon.
As he disappeared along the pavement the old millionaire watched him unseen from behind the blind.
“To the friendship of that man—that man whom I have wronged—I shall owe my life,” he murmured aloud.
And then, crossing to the telephone on his table, he asked for Mr Cunnington.
Chapter Thirty Nine.
The City of Unrest.
Ten days had passed since Charlie had met the mysterious Lorena in Paris.