"Say, rather, that it is Fate," I murmured.
"Yes, that is more pretty, but not so true. If I could live my life
again, M. Knox," she said, for she sometimes used the French and
sometimes the English mode of address, "I should build a stone wall
around my heart. It could peep over, but no one could ever reach it."
Oddly enough, then, as it seems to me now, the spirit of unrest seemed
almost to depart for awhile, and in the company of the vivacious
Frenchwoman time passed very quickly up to the moment when Harley and I
walked slowly upstairs to join the Colonel.
During the latter part of dinner an idea had presented itself to me
which I was anxious to mention to Harley, and:
"Harley," I said, "an explanation of the Colonel's absence has occurred
to me."
"Really!" he replied; "possibly the same one that has occurred to me."
"What is that?"
Paul Harley paused on the stairs, turning to me.
"You are thinking that he has taken cover from the danger which he
believes particularly to threaten him to-night?"
"Exactly."
"You may be right," he murmured, proceeding upstairs.
He led the way to a little smoke-room which hitherto I had never
visited, and in response to his knock:
"Come in," cried the high voice of Colonel Menendez.
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