ch your eye for the past ten
minutes. May I have the pleasure of an introduction?"

Chris glanced quickly round at the first deliberate syllable, and saw a
tall, grave-faced man of possibly thirty, standing at Jack's elbow.

Jack looked round too, and sprang impulsively to his feet. "You, Trevor!
I thought you were on the other side of the world. My dear chap, why on
earth didn't you speak before? You might have dined with us. Mademoiselle
Gautier, may I present my friend, Mr. Mordaunt?"

Mademoiselle acknowledged the introduction stiffly. She had no liking for
strange men.

But Chris looked at the new-comer with frank interest, forgetful for the
moment of her trouble. His smooth, clean-cut face attracted her. His grey
eyes were the most piercingly direct that she had ever encountered.

"My little cousin, Miss Wyndham," said Jack. "Chris, this is the greatest
newspaper man of the age. Join us, Mordaunt, won't you? I wish you had
come up sooner. Where were you hiding?"

Mordaunt smiled a little as he took a vacant chair by Chris's side. "I
have been quite as conspicuous as usual during the whole evening," he
said, "but you were too absorbed to notice me. Are you enjoying the
music, Miss Wyndham, or only watching the crowd?"

Chris did not know quite what to answer, since she had been doing
neither, but he passed on with the easy air of a man accustomed to fill
in conversational gaps.

"I believe I saw you arrive this evening. Haven't you got a small dog
with a turned-up nose? I thought so. Are you taking him for a holiday?
How do you propose to get him home again?"

That opened her lips, and quite successfully diverted her thoughts. "He
has had his holiday," she explained, "and we are taking him back. I don't
know in the least how we shall do it. Jack will have to manage it
somehow. Can you suggest anything? The authorities are so horribly strict
about dogs, and I couldn't let him go into quarantine. He would break his
heart long before he came out."

"A dog of character evidently!" The new acquaintance considered the
matter gravely. "When are you crossing?" he asked.

"To-morrow," said Jack. "I'm sorry, Chris, but I came off in a hurry, as
matters seemed urgent, and I have to be back by the end of the week."

"I wonder if you would care to entrust your dog to me," said Mordaunt. "I
am fairly well known. I think I could be relied upon with safety to
hoodwink the authorities."

He made the suggestion with a