Miss Guile is a beautiful, charming,
highly estimable young woman, and, I might as well say it straight
out to your face, you ought not to subject her to the notoriety that
is bound to follow if the newspapers learn that she is playing around
Paris, no matter how innocently, with a prince whom--"
"Just a moment, Count," interrupted Robin, a cold light in his now
unsmiling eyes. "You are getting a little ahead of the game. Miss
Guile is not going to the Ritz, nor do I expect her to play around
Paris with me. As a matter of fact, she refused to tell me where she
is to stop while here, and I am uncomfortably certain that I shall
not see her unless by chance. On the other hand, I may as well be
perfectly frank with you and say it straight out to _your_ face
that I am going to try to find her if possible, but I am not mean
enough to employ the methods common to such enterprises. I could have
followed her car in another when she left here a few minutes ago; I
could manage in a dozen ways to run her to earth, as the detectives
do in the books, but I'd be ashamed to look her in the face if I did
any of these things.
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