CHAPTER THREE
At Calais they boarded the train for Paris and settled down comfortably in their seats.
As Vanda pulled off her gloves something caught Robert’s attention.
“What is that on your left hand?”
She held up her hand so that he could see the two rings, one of them a gold band and the other a sparkling diamond solitaire of obvious value.
“These were my mother’s,” she said.
“But why are you wearing them? People will think we are married.”
“Not us. Me. I was married and widowed. That will explain why there are different names on our passports, if anyone should notice.”
“Ah, yes,” he said. “Now you mention it, we should have thought of that. When did you marry and how long have you been a widow?”
“I haven’t decided that yet.”
“Then you must decide at once. It is essential for
