"You can't come any farther, I'm afraid," said Mrs. Kemball, turning to us. "We'll have to say good-by," and she held out her hand. "But we'll soon see you both again in Paris. You have the address?" "Oh, yes!" I assured her; I felt that there was no danger of my ever forgetting it. "Very well, then; we shall look for you," and she shook hands with both of us. For an instant, I felt another little hand in mine, a pair of blue eyes smiled up at me in a way---- "Good-by, Mr. Lester," said a voice. "I shall be all impatience till we meet again." "So shall I," and I brightened. "That was nice of you, Miss Kemball." "Oh, I shall be anxious to hear how you succeeded," she retorted. "You will bring Miss Holladay to us?" "If we find her, yes." "Then, again, good-by." She waved her hand, smiling, and was lost in the crowd. "Come on, Lester," said Mr. Royce's voice. "There's no use standing staring here. We've got our own journey to look after," and he started back along the platform. Then, suddenly, I remembered Martigny. "I'll be back in a minute," I called, and ran up the gang-plank. "Has M. Martigny left the ship yet?" I inquired of the first steward I met. "Martigny?" he repeated. "Martigny? Let me see." "The sick gentleman in 375," I prompted. "Oh, yes," he said. "I do not know, monsieur." "Well, no matter. I'll find out myself." I mounted to the upper deck, and knocked at the door of 375. There was no response. After a moment, I tried the door, but it was locked. The window, however, was partly open, and, shading my eyes with my hands, I peered inside. The stateroom was empty. A kind of panic seized me as I turned away. Had he, indeed, seen through my artifice? In attempting to blind him, had I merely uncovered my own plan? Or--and my cheeks burned at the thought!--was he so well intrenched that he had no fear of me? Were his plans so well laid that it mattered not to him whither I went or what I did? After all, I had no assurance of success at Etretat--no proof that the fugitives had gone there--no reasonable grounds to believe that we should find them. Perhaps, indeed, Paris would be a better place to look for them; perhaps Martigny's advice had really been well meant. I passed a moment of heart-rending uncertainty; I saw quite clearly what a little, little chance of success we had. But I shook the feeling off, sought the lower deck, and inquired again for Martigny. At last, the ship's doctor told me that he had seen the sick man safely to a carriage, and had heard him order the driver to proceed to the Hotel Continental. "And, frankly, Mr. Lester," added the doctor, "I am glad to be so well rid of him. It is most fortunate that he did not die on the voyage. In my opinion, he is very near the end."