THE ESCAPE
of my life. I thank you that you have kept my plans and this rendezvous a secret.”
Ferrers’s small eyes blinked as though they had been liberally peppered, but the smile did not disappear.
“What I have to say is to your great advantage. If after I am through you still wish to meet me, I shall be at your service below in the garden, or elsewhere. Will you sit down?”
The Captain’s lip twitched a little and his fingers left the whistle and moved to a chair-back.
It was apparent that Mornay’s mind was a thousand miles from all thought of distrust or suspicion. He was as guileless as a child. Cornbury had filled another pipe and crossed his legs.
“It will be useless to sit or talk, monsieur,” said Ferrers, coldly. “I have brought Mr. Wynne with an object which cannot be mistaken. If you are agreeable, Mr. Wynne will talk with Captain Cornbury as to the arrangements.” He folded his arms and walked to the
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