Meet me at the Red Tower.

I need you." There was no more; the signature was torn away, and if the letter were genuine it was more than enough.

But no thought of its truth nor of the falseness of Helene so much as crossed my mind.
To tell the truth, it struck me from the first that the Lady Ysolinde might have placed the letter there herself.

So I said nothing about it when I descended.
The Prince met me half-way up the stairs.
"Well ?" he questioned, bending his thick brows upon me.
"She is gone, certainly," said I; "where or how I do not yet know.

But with your permission I will pursue and find out." "Or, I presume, without my permission ?" said the Prince.
I nodded, for it was vain to pretend otherwise--foolish, too, with such a master.
"Go, then, and God be with you!" he said.