Adele passed quickly out from the lights of the station in the throng of passengers and waited in the dark square for the others to join her.

"It is barely nine.

A friend has promised to call at the Villa Rose for me after eleven and drive me back in a motor-car to Geneva, so we have plenty of time." They walked accordingly up the hill, Mme.

Dauvray slowly, since she was stout, and Celia keeping pace with her.

Thus it seemed natural that Adele Tace should walk ahead, though a passer-by would not have thought she was of their company.