Simone looked self-conscious. She said that, Madame being _souffrante_, she had forgotten to buy the paper. It was of so little importance! But Juliet would not be put off. The Frenchwoman was sent out to get the _Inner Circle_, and when she had got it, was told that she would be needed no more for the moment. Therefore Claremanagh's wife was alone when she read the "Whisperer's" insinuations. Strangely enough--or was it strange?--her anger turned in a torrent-flood against the man who ran the rag. None was left for Pat. Juliet burned for him to come home so that they could--even if "on official terms only"--join together in scotching this scandal. She felt that she must see her husband at once. But she could not send for him without being misunderstood. If she were able to reach him by 'phoning to one of his clubs, he would think that he was being called back to a scene of reconciliation because his wife was too much in love to live without him for more than a day. No! even though her rage was too concentrated in another direction to blaze upon Pat, she didn't wish him to think that he was forgiven. Again Jack Manners seemed her best hope, and she 'phoned him at the Tarascon. He was out, the answer came, and Juliet asked that the Duchess of Claremanagh should be called up as soon as he came in. An hour later the bell of her telephone jingled. Jack had returned to his suite at the Tarascon. "I thought you'd never come!" she complained. "But," he excused himself, "you gave me a mission. I've been doing my best to pave the way." "You mean you've met Pavoya?' "Not yet. But I shall meet her to-night. She's dancing, you know. Or--why should you know? An old friend of mine--and hers, too--has arranged an introduction. That's the only news I have for you, so far." "I didn't ring you up to ask for news," said his cousin, though her quick brain caught at a welcome deduction: if Jack were to meet Pavoya at a party or something, it did not look as if Pat had pardoned her for the pearls. Otherwise they would be together. "I want you to see Pat for me," Juliet went on. "Not to make it up! When you find him, tell him _that_ to begin with, please. But he and I must meet, and talk over this horrible 'Whisperer' business. I don't want a scandal--anyhow _that_ kind!--any more than he does. Tell him it's cowardly to run away and stay away like this. It makes things worse. Tell him he must come home--or bring him." "I can't put things to Pat in that way, but I'll see him if you wish," answered Jack. "Where is he?" "I don't know." (Juliet's voice sounded disconsolate and very young, even through the 'phone.) "At some club, I suppose. Do call me when you've found him." It was seven o'clock.... After three more hours of suspense Juliet rushed to the telephone at first sound of the bell. If it were not Jack--or Pat--she should scream. But it was Jack.