wish it. I do not speak English well, but I think I have made my meaning clear, eh?"
"Quite clear. I hope you are as well acquainted with the English law as you are with the English language."
"And why should I know English law?"
Was he looking the least bit uncomfortable? Noel prayed that no sign, no clue might escape him.
"It might come in useful. We're a funny people. To run off with some one else's wife is not, of course, a criminal offense. But there is one thing that the law absolutely draws the line at. I wonder if you know what that one thing is?"
"I do not know," said Petrovitch looking at his watch, "and neither do I care. I am to meet your delightful aunt at her hotel at one o'clock, and it is now a quarter to that hour. If you will excuse me"
"In connection with that thing that I have not yet named," went on Noel, "I want you to know that I am going to Germany at nine o'clock to-morrow morning. Here are my passports."
Touché! There was not the slightest doubt about it now. Petrovitch was on his feet, his heavy head down like that of a charging buffalo, his brows drawn together, his lips thrust out.
