Celie would have disappeared for ever, and left not even a ripple upon the water to trace her by!" Ricardo clenched his hands.
"But that's horrible!" he cried; and as he uttered the words the car swerved into the drive and stopped before the door of the Hotel Majestic.
Ricardo sprang out.

A feeling of remorse seized hold of him.

All through that evening he had not given one thought to Harry Wethermill, so utterly had the excitement of each moment engrossed his mind.
"He will be glad to know!" cried Ricardo.

"Tonight, at all events, he shall sleep.

I ought to have telegraphed to him from Geneva that we and Miss Celia were coming back." He ran up the steps into the hotel.
"I took care that he should know," said Hanaud, as he followed in Ricardo's steps.
"Then the message could not have reached him, else he would have been expecting us," replied Ricardo, as he hurried into the office, where a clerk sat at his books.
"Is Mr.Wethermill in ?" he asked.
The clerk eyed him strangely.
"Mr.Wethermill was arrested this evening," he said.
Ricardo stepped back.
"Arrested! When ?" "At twenty-five minutes past ten," replied the clerk shortly.
"Ah," said Hanaud quietly.