Hunterleys returned to the hotel thoughtfully.

At the entrance he came across two or three trunks being wheeled out, which seemed to him somehow familiar.

He stopped to look at the initials.

They were his wife's.
"Is Lady Hunterleys leaving to-day ?" he asked the luggage-porter.
"By the evening train, sir," the man announced.

"She would have caught the _Cote d'Azur_ this morning but there was no place on the train." Hunterleys was perplexed.