But I shall not need a nurse." "But you will have a nurse," said Hanaud firmly.

"You feel stronger now--yes, but when you lay your head upon your pillow, mademoiselle, it will be a comfort to you to know that you have her within call.

And in a day or two," he added gently, "you will perhaps be able to tell us what happened on Tuesday night at the Villa Rose ?" Celia covered her face with her hands for a few moments.

Then she drew them away and said simply: "Yes, monsieur, I will tell you." Hanaud bowed to her with a genuine deference.
"Thank you, mademoiselle," he said, and in his voice there was a strong ring of sympathy.
They went downstairs and entered Ricardo's motor car.
"I want to send a telephone message," said Hanaud, "if you will wait here." "No!" cried Celia decisively, and she again laid hold of his coat, with a pretty imperiousness, as though he belonged to her.
"But I must," said Hanaud with a laugh.
"Then I will come too," said Celia, and she opened the door and set a foot upon the step.
"You will not, mademoiselle," said Hanaud, with a laugh.

"Will you take your foot back into that car?
That is better.