"I don"t suppose it will be difficult," she a.s.sured him, lighting a cigarette and shaking her head at the tray of liqueurs which the sommelier was offering. "Get me some cream for my coffee, d.i.c.k. Now I"ll tell you," she continued, as the waiter disappeared. "You will have to call that under-maitre d"hotel. You had better give him a substantial tip and ask him quietly for their names. Then I"ll see about the rest."
"That seems sensible enough," he admitted.
"And look here, d.i.c.k," she went on, "I know how impetuous you are. Don"t do anything foolish. Remember this isn"t an ordinary adventure. If you go rushing in upon it you"ll come to grief."
"I know," he answered shortly. "I was fool enough to hang about the flower shops and that milliner"s this morning. I couldn"t help it. I don"t know whether she noticed. I believe she did. Once our eyes did meet, and although I"ll swear she never changed her expression, I felt that the whole world didn"t hold so small a creature as I. Here comes Charles. I"ll ask him."
He beckoned to the maitre d"hotel and talked for a moment about the luncheon. Then he ordered a table for the next day, and slipping a louis into the man"s hand, leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"I want you to tell me the name of the gentleman and young lady who are sitting over there at the corner table?"
The maitre d"hotel glanced covertly in the direction indicated. He did not at once reply. His face was perplexed, almost troubled.
"I am very sorry, sir," he said hesitatingly, "but our orders are very strict. Monsieur Ciro does not like anything in the way of gossip about our clients, and the gentleman is a very honoured patron. The young lady is his daughter."
"Quite right," the young man agreed bluntly. "This isn"t an ordinary case, Charles. You go over to the desk there, write me down the name and bring it, and there"s a hundred franc note waiting here for you. No need for the name to pa.s.s your lips."
The man bowed and retreated. In a few minutes he came back again and laid a small card upon the table.
"Monsieur will pardon my reminding him," he begged earnestly, "but if he will be so good as to never mention this little matter--"
Richard nodded and waved him away.
"Sure!" he promised.
He drew the card towards him and looked at it in a puzzled manner. Then he pa.s.sed it to his sister. Her expression, too, was blank.
"Who in the name of mischief," he exclaimed softly, "is Mr. Grex!"
CHAPTER V
"WHO IS MR. GREX?"
Lady Weybourne insisted, after a reasonable amount of time spent over their coffee, that her brother should pay the bill and leave the restaurant. They walked slowly across the square.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked.
"There is only one thing to be done," she replied. "I shall speak to every one I meet this afternoon--I shall be, in fact, most sociable--and sooner or later in our conversation I shall ask every one if they know Mr. Grex and his daughter. When I arrive at some one who does, that will be the first step, won"t it?"
"I wonder whether we shall see some one soon!" he grumbled, looking around. "Where are all the people to-day!"
She laughed softly.
"Just a little impetuous, aren"t you?"
"I should say so," he admitted. "I"d like to be introduced to her before four o"clock, propose to her this evening, and--and--"
"And what?"
"Never mind," he concluded, marching on with his head turned towards the clouds. "Let"s go and sit down upon the Terrace and talk about her."
"But, my dear d.i.c.ky," his sister protested, "I don"t want to sit upon the Terrace. I am going to my dressmaker"s across the way there, and afterwards to Lucie"s to try on some hats. Then I am going back to the hotel for an hour"s rest and to prink, and afterwards into the Sporting Club at four o"clock. That"s my programme. I shall be doing what I can the whole of the time. I shall make discreet enquiries of my dressmaker, who knows everybody, and I sha"n"t let a single acquaintance go by. You will have to amuse yourself till four o"clock, at any rate. There"s Sir Henry Hunterleys over there, having coffee. Go and talk to him. He may put you out of your misery. Thanks ever so much for my luncheon, and au revoir!"
She turned away with a little nod. Her brother, after a moment"s hesitation, approached the table where Hunterleys was sitting alone.
"How do you do, Sir Henry?"
Hunterleys returned his greeting, a little blankly at first. Then he remembered the young man and held out his hand.
"Of course! You are Richard Lane, aren"t you? Sit down and have some coffee. What are you doing here?"
"I"ve got a little boat in the harbour," Richard replied, as he drew up a chair. "I"ve been at Algiers for a time with some friends, and I"ve brought them on here. Just been lunching with my sister. Are you alone?"
Hunterleys hesitated.
"Yes, I am alone."
"Wonderful place," the young man went on. "Wonderful crowd of people here, too. I suppose you know everybody?" he added, warming up as he approached his subject.
"On the contrary," Hunterleys answered, "I am almost a stranger here. I have been staying further down the coast."
"Happen to know any one of the name of Grex?" Lane asked, with elaborate carelessness.
Hunterleys made no immediate reply. He seemed to be considering the name.
"Grex," he repeated, knocking the ash from his cigarette. "Rather an uncommon name, isn"t it? Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I"ve seen an elderly man and a young lady about once or twice,"
Lane explained. "Very interesting-looking people. Some one told me that their name was Grex."
"There is a person living under that name, I think," Hunterleys said, "who has taken the Villa Mimosa for the season."
"Do you know him personally?" the young man asked eagerly.
"Personally? No, I can scarcely say that I do."
Richard Lane sighed. It was disappointment number one. For some reason or other, too, Hunterleys seemed disposed to change the conversation.
"The young lady who is always with him," Richard persisted, "would that be his daughter?"
Hunterleys turned a little in his seat and surveyed his questioner. He had met Lane once or twice and rather liked him.
"Look here, young fellow," he said, good humouredly, "let me ask you a question for a change. What is the nature of these enquiries of yours?"
Lane hesitated. Something in Hunterleys" face and manner induced him to tell the truth.