'Good--wherever that may be.'

'No one has discovered it yet but me,' she said. 'Then I shall have a
headache at four, and meet you outside Oxford Circus Tube at seven.'

'You're a real sport, Miss Durwent.'

'Ah, monsieur'--she smiled with a roguishness that completely unsettled
him for the remainder of the day--'have you no sympathy for my
headache?'




CHAPTER VII.

THE CAFÉ ROUGE.


I.

Monsieur Anton Beauchamp was the proprietor of the Café Rouge in
London. Monsieur Anton Beauchamp was once proprietor of the Café Bleu
in Paris.

For many years he had cast envious eyes on London. Did not always his
guests, those strange blonde people with the clothes like blankets, pay
his prices without question? Did they not drink bad wine and never add
the bill? _Pardi_! if he could have only English as patrons, madame
and himself could purchase that wine-shop in the Bou' Mich', and never