He felt in his pockets as he spoke and said with a smile,
“I am afraid that I am also somewhat pressed at the moment, so I cannot give you as much as I should like to. But here is ten pounds, which will cover your fares. Be careful that your jailer does not find it.”
He put the notes down on the bed in front of Selina, but she did not touch them.
“How can I get – away?” she asked pathetically. “Perhaps she will have – another man like the – Marquis waiting for me at – Baden-Baden.”
Quintus Tiverton was quite certain that Mrs. Devilin, or whatever she called herself, would have no difficulty in finding a man to bargain for Selina once he had seen her.
Baden-Baden at this time of the year was filled with all the pimps and procurers from every Capital of Europe.
If Mrs. Devilin required
