“I shall,” he answered hoarsely. “And you, on your part, swear before Heaven that my—my secret shall never pass your lips?”
“I do.”
Grasping my hand quickly with cold, trembling fingers, he gripped it as in a vice, then, bowing stiffly, he said in a low, strained voice—
“Bon soir, m’sieur. Adieu.”
I murmured some words, expressing a hope that we should never again meet, and a few seconds later strode out and along the marble corridor to the great entrance hall.
Chapter Forty Six.
Some Amazing Facts.
With eyes eagerly strained in the direction of the harbour, where hundreds of lights shimmered upon the dark, restless waters, I leaned over the taffrail of the steam yacht in anxious expectation. We were anchored some distance outside the harbour, with our bows seaward.