Grosvenor Square was quietness itself. There were traces of broken glassstill on the pavements. There were even eggs, squashed tomatoes and frag-ments of gleaming metal. But above, the stars were peaceful. Car after cardrove up to the Embassy door to collect the home-going guests. The policewere there in the corners of the square but without ostentation1.
Everything was under control. One of the political guests leaving spoke2 toone of the police officers. He came back and murmured, ‘Not too many ar-rests. Eight. They’ll be up at Bow Street in the morning. More or less theusual lot. Petronella was here, of course, and Stephen and his crowd. Ahwell. One would think they’d get tired of it one of these days.’
‘You live not very far from here, don’t you?’ said a voice in Sir StaffordNye’s ear. A deep contralto voice. ‘I can drop you on my way.’
‘No, no. I can walk perfectly3. It’s only ten minutes or so.’
‘It will be no trouble to me, I assure you,’ said the Countess Zerkowski.
She added, ‘I’m staying at the St James’s Tower.’
The St James’s Tower was one of the newer hotels.
‘You are very kind.’
It was a big, expensive- looking hire car that waited. The chauffeuropened the door, the Countess Renata got in and Sir Stafford Nye followedher. It was she who gave Sir Stafford Nye’s address to the chauffeur4. Thecar drove off.
‘So you know where I live?’ he said.
‘Why not?’
He wondered just what that answer meant: Why not?
‘Why not indeed,’ he said. ‘You know so much, don’t you?’ He added, ‘Itwas kind of you to return my passport.’
‘I thought it might save certain inconveniences. It might be simpler ifyou burnt it. You’ve been issued with a new one, I presume–’
‘You presume correctly.’
‘Your bandit’s cloak you will find in the bottom drawer of your tallboy.
It was put there tonight. I believed that perhaps to purchase another onewould not satisfy you, and indeed that to find one similar might not bepossible.’
‘It will mean more to me now that it has been through certain–adven-tures,’ said Stafford Nye. He added, ‘It has served its purpose.’
The car purred through the night.
The Countess Zerkowski said:
‘Yes. It has served its purpose since I am here–alive…’
Sir Stafford Nye said nothing. He was assuming, rightly or not, that shewanted him to ask questions, to press her, to know more of what she hadbeen doing, of what fate she had escaped. She wanted him to display curi-osity, but Sir Stafford Nye was not going to display curiosity. He rather en-joyed not doing so. He heard her laugh very gently. Yet he fancied, rathersurprisingly, that it was a pleased laugh, a laugh of satisfaction, not ofstalemate.
‘Did you enjoy your evening?’ she said.
‘A good party, I think, but Milly Jean always gives good parties.’
‘You know her well then?’
‘I knew her when she was a girl in New York before she married. Apocket Venus.’
She looked at him in faint surprise.
‘Is that your term for her?’
‘Actually, no. It was said to me by an elderly relative of mine.’
‘Yes, it isn’t a description that one hears given often of a womannowadays. It fits her, I think, very well. Only–’
‘Only what?’
‘Venus is seductive, is she not? Is she also ambitious?’
‘You think Milly Jean Cortman is ambitious?’
‘Oh yes. That above all.’
‘And you think to be the wife of the Ambassador to St James’s is insuffi-cient to satisfy ambition?’
‘Oh no,’ said the Countess. ‘That is only the beginning.’
He did not answer. He was looking out through the car window. Hebegan to speak, then stopped himself. He noted5 her quick glance at him,but she too was silent. It was not till they were going over a bridge withthe Thames below them that he said:
‘So you are not giving me a lift home and you are not going back to theSt James’s Tower. We are crossing the Thames. We met there once before,crossing a bridge. Where are you taking me?’
‘Do you mind?’
‘I think I do.’
‘Yes, I can see you might.’
‘Well of course you are quite in the mode. Hi- jacking is the fashionnowadays, isn’t it? You have hi-jacked me. Why?’
‘Because, like once before, I have need of you.’ She added, ‘And othershave need of you.’
‘Indeed.’
‘And that does not please you.’
‘It would please me better to be asked.’
‘If I had asked, would you have come?’
‘Perhaps yes, perhaps no.’
‘I am sorry.’
‘I wonder.’
They drove on through the night in silence. It was not a drive throughlonely country, they were on a main road. Now and then the lights pickedup a name or a signpost so that Stafford Nye saw quite clearly where theirroute lay. Through Surrey and through the first residential6 portions ofSussex. Occasionally he thought they took a detour7 or a side road whichwas not the most direct route, but even of this he could not be sure. He al-most asked his companion whether this was being done because theymight possibly have been followed from London. But he had determinedrather firmly on his policy of silence. It was for her to speak, for her togive information. He found her, even with the additional information hehad been able to get, an enigmatic character.
They were driving to the country after a dinner party in London. Theywere, he was pretty sure, in one of the more expensive types of hire car.
This was something planned beforehand. Reasonable, nothing doubtful orunexpected about it. Soon, he imagined, he would find out where it wasthey were going. Unless, that is, they were going to drive as far as thecoast. That also was possible, he thought. Haslemere, he saw on a signpost.
Now they were skirting Godalming. All very plain and above board. Therich countryside of moneyed suburbia. Agreeable woods, handsome resid-ences. They took a few side turns and then as the car finally slowed, theyseemed to be arriving at their destination. Gates. A small white lodge8 bythe gates. Up a drive, well-kept rhododendrons on either side of it. Theyturned round a bend and drew up before a house. ‘Stockbroker Tudor,’
murmured Sir Stafford Nye, under his breath. His companion turned herhead inquiringly.
‘Just a comment,’ said Stafford Nye. ‘Pay no attention. I take it we arenow arriving at the destination of your choice?’
‘And you don’t admire the look of it very much.’
‘The grounds seem well-kept up,’ said Sir Stafford, following the beam ofthe headlights as the car rounded the bend. ‘Takes money to keep theseplaces up and in good order. I should say this was a comfortable house tolive in.’
‘Comfortable but not beautiful. The man who lives in it prefers comfortto beauty, I should say.’
‘Perhaps wisely,’ said Sir Stafford. ‘And yet in some ways he is very ap-preciative of beauty, of some kinds of beauty.’
They drew up before the well-lighted porch. Sir Stafford got out andtendered an arm to help his companion. The chauffeur had mounted thesteps and pressed the bell. He looked inquiringly at the woman as she as-cended the steps.
‘You won’t be requiring me again tonight, m’lady?’
‘No. That’s all for now. We’ll telephone down in the morning.’
‘Good night. Good night, sir.’
There were footsteps inside and the door was flung open. Sir Staffordhad expected some kind of butler, but instead there was a tall grenadier ofa parlour-maid. Grey-haired, tight-lipped, eminently9 reliable and compet-ent, he thought. An invaluable10 asset and hard to find nowadays. Trust-worthy, capable of being fierce.
‘I am afraid we are a little late,’ said Renata.
‘The master is in the library. He asked that you and the gentlemanshould come to him there when you arrived.’

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