CHAPTER XVI.
A BARGAIN WITH JEAN COULOIS Selingman drew out his watch and held it underneath the electric light set in the back of the automobile.
"Good!" he declared.

"It is not yet half-past eleven." "Too early for the Austria," Draconmeyer murmured, a little absently.
Selingman returned the watch to his pocket.
"By no means," he objected.

"Mademoiselle is doubtless amusing herself well enough, but if I go now and leave in an hour, she will be peevish.
She might want to accompany us.

To-night it would not be convenient.
Tell your chauffeur, Draconmeyer, to take us direct to the rendezvous.
We can at least watch the people there.

One is always amused.