figure which was familiar to me, and, dominated by a sudden impulse, I returned quickly on my steps. The woman was Yvette, and she was obviously a little startled when I approached her.
“Are you waiting for your mistress?” I said sharply. “Because� .”
She flashed me a look.
“Did monsieur by any chance imagine that I was waiting for himself?”
There was a calm insolence about the girl which induced me to retire from that parley.
In two hours I was on my way to London.