“Exactly,” he answered, “and that leaves only one alternative.”
“What is that?”
“You must become my ‘Chère Amie’. It will be rather like taking an apple to a Harvest Festival, but I could not be so unkind as to go to Paris without you.”
Zena gave a cry.
“How could you even think of anything so selfish, so utterly disloyal and cruel? Of course you must take me with you!”
Kendric put his hand on hers.
“We have always done everything together and, as this will be the most outrageous and our last escapade, even if we are discovered, it will have been worth it.”
“Of course it will!” Zena agreed loyally.
“Very well,” Kendric said, “and actually it will be a very good disguise.”
“What will?”
“The part you will play as my lady-love.”
Zena threw back her head and laughed.
“Oh, Kendric,
