“To Dakar?”
There was no doubt that Monsieur Mendès was astonished.
Yvette did not reply and he exclaimed,
“I cannot believe it! Did you really say Dakar?”
“I have to go there to stay with my uncle,” Yvette explained, “but I assure you I would much rather be going on to Cape Town.”
Kelda thought it was rather indiscreet of her to tell her troubles so quickly to a stranger.
But Monsieur Mendès asserted,
“I would much rather you came to Dakar, because that is where I am going. But I can hardly believe that anyone as lovely as you would set foot in such a benighted place.”
“Do you live in Dakar?” Yvette enquired.
“Only temporarily, thank God. I am, as it happens, for the next three months Diplomatic Equerry to the Governor-General.”
Yvette clasped her hands together.
“But that is w
