"I never married till now," he said bitterly. "What's the matter with her?" "Nothing that I know of." He rose, went to a writing table, and came back with a fat paper book--a Continental Bradshaw. "You're not going?" I exclaimed. "Oh, yes! I promised." "You promised something to your wife too, didn't you?" "I can't argue it. I must go and see what she wants. I--I hope she'll let me come back." I tried to dissuade him. I know I told him he was a fool; I think I told him he was a scoundrel. I was not sure of the second, but I thought it wisest to pretend that I was. "I hope it will be all right," he said, again and again; "but, right or wrong, I must go." I took an immediate resolution. "I suppose you'll go by the eleven-o'clock train to Paris to-morrow?" "Yes," he said. "Well, you're wrong. Good-night." At twelve o'clock the next day I called in Curzon Street, and sent in my card to Lady Daynesborough. She saw me at once. I expect that she fancied I had something to do with her husband's sudden departure. She was looking pale and dispirited, and I rather thought she had been crying. Her husband, it appeared, had told her that he had to go to Paris on business, and would be back in three days. "He didn't tell you what it was?" "No. Some public affairs, I understood." "Lady Daynesborough," said I, "you hardly know me, but my name tells you I am a gentleman." She looked at me in surprise. "Why, of course, Mr. Jason. But what has that to do----" "I can't explain. But, if you are wise, you will come with me to Paris." "Go with you to Paris! Oh! is he in danger?" "In danger of making a fool of himself. Now, I'll say nothing more. Will you come?" "It will look very strange." "Very." "In fact--most unusual." "Most." "Won't there be a--a--scandal, if----" "Sure to be. Will you come?" "You must have a reason," she said. "I will come." We started that evening, nine hours after My Lord, going separately to the station, and meeting on the boat. All through the journey she scarcely spoke a word. When we were nearing Paris, she asked: "Do you know where he is?" "No; but I can trace him," I replied. So I could. I bought a paper, and found that Prince and Princess Ferdinand had, the day before, proceeded from Paris _en route_ for Glottenberg. Of course Daynesborough had followed them. "We must go on," I said. "Why?" "Because your husband has gone on." She obeyed me like a lamb; but there was a look about her pretty mouth that made me doubt if Daynesborough would find her like a lamb. We went to the principal hotel in Glottenberg. I introduced Lady Daynesborough as my sister, Miss Jacynth Jason, and stated that she was in weak health, and would keep her room for the present. Then I sallied forth, intent on discovering Dumergue; he would be able to post me up in the state of affairs.