But I have done
nothing wrong, nothing dishonorable. And so"--again her eyes challenged
me--"I shall not sail from Bordeaux on the _Espagne_ on Saturday; and
you shall choose for yourself whether you will speak of me to the French
police."
It was not much of an argument, regarded dispassionately; yet it shook
me. With sudden craftiness I resolved to trap her if I could.
"I ought to tell them on the mere chance that they would send you home,"
I grumbled irritably. "You have no business here, you know, helping
people and being suspected and pursued and outrageously annoyed by
fools like me. Yes, and by other fools--and worse," I added with feigned
sulphurousness, indicated Van Blarcom. "Miss Falconer, would you mind
glancing at the third man on the right--the dark man who is staring at
us--and telling me whether or not you ever saw him before you sailed?"
"I am sure I never did," she declared, knitting puzzled brows; "and yet
on the _Re d'Italia_ he insisted that we had met. It frightened me a
little. I wondered whether or not he suspected something.
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