He was quick to observe that the curtains
in the side windows were partially drawn across the glass. The fact
that she elected to journey to the country in a limousine on this hot
day did not strike him as odd, for he knew that the comfort loving
French people prefer the closed vehicle to the wind-inviting, dust-
gathering touring body of the Americans and British. He observed the
single letter L in gold in the panel of the door, and made mental
note of the smart livery of the two men on the front seat.
A delicate perfume lingered in the car, convincing proof that Miss
Guile had left it but a few minutes before its arrival at the Ritz.
As a matter of fact, she was nearer than he thought, for the car
whirled into the Rue de la Paix and stopped at the curb not more than
a hundred yards from the Place Vendome.
Once more the nimble footman hopped down and threw open the door. A
slender, swift-moving figure in a blue linen gown and a wide hat from
which sprung two gorgeous blue plumes, emerged from the door of a
diamond merchant's shop, and, before Robin could move from his
corner, popped into the car and sat down beside him with a nervous
little laugh on her lips--red lips that showed rose-like and tempting
behind a thick chiffon veil, obviously donned for an excellent
reason.
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