"Of all the odd things!" she murmured, little dreaming that her chance question had sent a thrill of sheer delight through Medenham's every vein. "What is it now?" inquired Mrs. Devar vindictively, for she detested these half confidences. "Oh, nothing of any importance. Fitzroy footed the bill, it seems." "Very probably. He must have bribed the girl to be impudent." Cynthia left it at that. She wished these people would stop their quarreling, which threatened to spoil an otherwise perfect day. The Mercury ran smoothly into ancient Bristol, crossed the Avon by the pontoon bridge, and whirled up the hill to the College Green Hotel. There, on the steps, stood Captain James Devar. Obviously, he did not recognize them, and Medenham guessed the reason--he expected to meet his mother only, and bestowed no second glance on a car containing two ladies. Indeed, his first words betrayed sheer amazement. Mrs. Devar cried, "Ah, there you are, James!" and James's eyeglass fell from its well-worn crease. "Hello, mater!" he exclaimed. "But what's up? Why are you--where is Marigny?" "Miles away--the silly man ran short of petrol. Fortunately our car came to the rescue, or it would have been most awkward, since Miss Vanrenen was with the Count at the time. Cynthia, you have not met my son. James, this is Miss Vanrenen." The little man danced forward. Like all short and stout mortals, he was nimble on his feet, and his mother's voluble outburst warned him of an unforeseen hitch in the arrangements. "Delighted, I'm shaw," said he. "But, by gad, fancy losing poo-aw Eddie! What have you done with him? Dwiven a stake through him and buwied him at a cwoss woad?" Medenham dreaded that the too-faithful Simmonds, car and all, would be found awaiting their arrival, and it was a decided relief when the only automobile in sight proved to be the state equipage of some local magnate dining at the hotel. Cynthia, apparently, had shared his thoughts so far as they concerned Simmonds. "I suppose your friend Simmonds will reveal his whereabouts during the evening," she said, while disencumbering herself of her wraps. Mrs. Devar had already alighted, but the girl was standing in the car and spoke over Medenham's shoulder. "Of course, he may not be here," was the answer, not given too loudly, since Mrs. Devar had hastened to give details to the perplexed James, and there was no need to let either of them overhear his words. "Oh my! What will happen, then?" "In that event, I should feel compelled to take his place again." "But the compulsion, as you put it, tends rather to take you to London." "I have changed my mind, Miss Vanrenen," he said simply. She tittered. There was just a spice of coquetry in her manner as she stooped nearer. "You believe that Simmonds would not have found me in that wretched lane to-night," she whispered. "I am quite sure of it." "But the whole affair was a mere stupid error."