But after all, there is no fear. Come!
Your cloak and dressing case!"
"You have plans?" she exclaimed, springing up.
"Plans?" He laughed at her a little reproachfully. "My dear
Lucille! A carriage awaits us outside, a special train with steam
up at the Gard de L'ouest. This is precisely the contingency for
which I have planned."
"Oh, you are wonderful, Victor," she murmured as she drew on her
coat. "But what corner of the earth is there where we should be
safe?"
"I am going," Mr. Sabin said, "to try and make every corner of the
earth safe."
She was bewildered, but he only laughed and held open the door for
her. Mr. Sabin made no secret of his departure. He lingered for
a moment in the doorway to light a cigarette, he even stopped to
whisper a few words to the little man in plain dinner clothes who
was lounging in the doorway. But when they had once left the hotel
they drove fast.
In less than half an hour Paris was behind them. They were
traveling in a royal saloon and at a fabuulous cost, for in France
they are not fond of special trains. But Mr. Sabin was very happy.
At least he had escaped an ignominious defeat. It was left to him
to play the great card.
"And now," Lucille said, coming out from her little bed-chamber
which the femme de chambre was busy preparing, "suppose you tell
me where we are going.
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