"In Geneva, when I told a young lady that I was waiting for a very wicked
man to appear--it was really the oddest thing in the world that almost
immediately Monsieur Jules Chauvenet arrived at mine own inn! It is
inevitable; it is always sure to be my fate," he concluded mournfully.
He bowed low, restored the shabby hat to his head with the least bit of a
flourish and strolled away through the garden by a broad walk that led to
the front gate.
He would have been interested to know that when he was out of sight
Shirley walked to the veranda rail and bent forward, listening to his
steps on the gravel, after the hedge and shrubbery had hidden him. And
she stood thus until the faint click of the gate told her that he had
gone.
She did not know that as the gate closed upon him he met Chauvenet face
to face.
CHAPTER XIV
AN ENFORCED INTERVIEW
_En, garde, Messieurs_! And if my hand is hard,
Remember I've been buffeting at will;
I am a whit impatient, and 'tis ill
To cross a hungry dog. _Messieurs, en garde_.
--W. Lindsey.
"Monsieur Chauvenet!"
Armitage uncovered smilingly.
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