I raised a dreadful rumpus about it in Paris, and--
well, they said they were sorry and advised me not to be worried, for
the surveillance would cease at once. Still, I am quite sure that
they lied to me."
"Then you _are_ being followed."
She smiled again, and there was mischief in her eyes. "If so, I have
led them a merry chase. We have been travelling for two days and
nights, Mr. Schmidt, by train and motor, getting off at stations
unexpectedly, hopping into trains going in any direction but the
right one, sleeping in strange beds and doing all manner of queer
things. And here we are at last. I am sure you must look upon me as a
very silly, flibberty-gibbet creature."
"I see that your retinue has been substantially augmented," he
remarked, a trace of jealousy in his voice. "The good-looking Mr.
White has not been eluded."
"Mr. White? Oh, yes, I see. But he is to be trusted, Mr. Schmidt,"
she said mysteriously--and tantalisingly. "He will not betray me to
my cruel monster of a father. I have his solemn promise not to reveal
my whereabouts to any one.
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