“Youhaveplans？“sheexclaimed，springingup。
“Plans？“Helaughedatheralittlereproachfully。“MydearLucille！Acarriageawaitsusoutside，aspecialtrainwithsteamupattheGarddeL’ouest。ThisispreciselythecontingencyforwhichIhaveplanned。“
“Oh，youarewonderful，Victor，“shemurmuredasshedrewonhercoat。“Butwhatcorneroftheearthistherewhereweshouldbesafe？“
“Iamgoing，“Mr。Sabinsaid，“totryandmakeeverycorneroftheearthsafe。“
Shewasbewildered，butheonlylaughedandheldopenthedoorforher。Mr。Sabinmadenosecretofhisdeparture。Helingeredforamomentinthedoorwaytolightacigarette，heevenstoppedtowhisperafewwordstothelittlemaninplaindinnerclotheswhowaslounginginthedoorway。Butwhentheyhadonceleftthehoteltheydrovefast。