ms, and the
garage is conveniently situated about a mile and a half away. The
porter's cut his hand, so you'll have to carry up your luggage and help
me with ours. Nobody speaks anything but Spanish, but that doesn't
matter as much as it might, because the waiters have struck. And now
look sharp, or we shan't get any dinner."

* * * * *

_Bearer will bring you to where we are. Don't talk. Don't do
anything. Just get into the car._

_JONAH._

I stared at the words stupidly.

Then I looked at the chauffeur standing, hat in hand, and stepped into
the depths of a luxurious limousine.

A moment later we were whipping over the cobbles.

It was nearly half-past seven, and I had just walked back from the
garage where I had deposited Pong. Whether my instructions that the
radiator was to be mended and the car to be washed had been understood
and would be executed, I was almost too tired to care. I was also
abominably cold. The prospect of an evening and night attended with
every circumstance of discomfort was most depressing. For the fiftieth
time I was wishing that we had never come.

And then at the door of the hotel I had been handed the message....

There was a foot-warmer in the limousine and a voluminous fur-rug. I
settled myself contentedly. What it all meant, I had not the faintest
idea. Enough that I was comfortable and was beginning to grow warm.
My faith, moreover, in Jonah was profound.

The car drew up with a rush before a mansion.

As I stepped out, the chauffeur removed his hat, and the front door was
opened.

I passed up the steps into the grateful shelter of a tremendous hall.

At once my coat and hat were taken from me and I was reverently invited
to ascend the huge staircase. I did so in silence. At the top of the
flight a waiting-woman received me and led the way.

Everywhere luxury was in evidence. There were plenty of lights, but
they were all heavily shaded. So thick were the carpets that I could
hardly hear my own footfalls. The atmosphere was pleasantly warm and
full of the sweet scent of burning wood. What furniture I saw was very
handsome. Three exquisite stalls, filched from some old cathedral,
stood for a settle. A magnificent bronze loomed in a recess. At the
head of the stairs was glowing a great Canaletto.

I followed my guide wonderingly....

A moment later she stopped to knock upon a door.

"Who is it?" cried Adele.

I rai