Remember
that the French police are the cleverest in the world, and they are
working for you."
She looked up at him scornfully.
"Police, indeed!" she answered. "Do you know that all they have done so
far is to keep sending for me to go and look at dead bodies down at the
Morgue? I think that I shall send over for an English detective."
"You might do worse," he answered; "but in any case, Miss Poynton, I do
hope that you will send over for some friend or relation to keep you
company. Paris is scarcely a fit place for you to be alone and in
trouble."
"Thank you," she said. "I will remember what you have said."
The young man watched her depart with a curious mixture of relief and
regret.
"The young fool's been the usual round, I suppose, and he's either too
much ashamed of himself or too besotted to turn up. I wish she wasn't
quite so devilish good-looking," he remarked to himself. "If she goes
about alone she'll get badly scared before she's finished."
Phyllis Poynton drove straight back to her hotel and went to her room. A
sympathetic chambermaid followed her in.
"Mademoiselle has news yet of her brother?" she inquired.
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