Maggie came suddenly into the library at Belgrave Square, where Jesson, Chalmers and Nigel were talking together.

She carried in her hand a note, which she handed to the latter.
"Naida is a dear, after all," she declared.

"There is one person at least who does not wish to have me pass away in a German nursing home or fall a victim to Frau Essendorf's cooking." Nigel read the note aloud.

It consisted of only a sentence or two and was dated from the Milan Court that morning: Maggie dear, this is just a line of advice from your friend.

You must not go back to Germany.
Naida.
"I fear," Maggie sighed, "that my little expedition is scotched, even if I had been able to persuade you others to let me go.