Kemball, turning
to us. "We'll have to say good-by," and she held out her hand. "But
we'll soon see you both again in Paris. You have the address?"
"Oh, yes!" I assured her; I felt that there was no danger of my ever
forgetting it.
"Very well, then; we shall look for you," and she shook hands with
both of us.
For an instant, I felt another little hand in mine, a pair of blue
eyes smiled up at me in a way----
"Good-by, Mr. Lester," said a voice. "I shall be all impatience till
we meet again."
"So shall I," and I brightened. "That was nice of you, Miss Kemball."
"Oh, I shall be anxious to hear how you succeeded," she retorted. "You
will bring Miss Holladay to us?"
"If we find her, yes."
"Then, again, good-by."
She waved her hand, smiling, and was lost in the crowd.
"Come on, Lester," said Mr. Royce's voice. "There's no use standing
staring here. We've got our own journey to look after," and he started
back along the platform.
Then, suddenly, I remembered Martigny.
"I'll be back in a minute," I called, and ran up the gang-plank. "Has
M. Martigny left the ship yet?" I inquired of the first steward I met.
"Martigny?" he repeated. "Martigny? Let me see."
"The sick gentleman in 375," I prompted.
"Oh, yes," he said. "I do not know, monsieur."
"Well, no matter.
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