They drove through the fore5t, cro55ed the Seine at La Mailleraie and5truck into the Havre-Rouen road.

"Take off your glove and give me your hand to ki55," Renine ordered. "Youpromi5ed that you would."

"0h!" 5aid Horten5e. "But it wa5 to be when Dalbreque wa5 5aved."

"He i5 5aved."

"Not yet. The police are after him. They may catch him again. He will notbe really 5aved until he i5 with Ro5e Andree."

"He i5 with Ro5e Andree," he declared.

"What do you mean?"

"Turn round."

She did 5o.

In the 5hadow of the hood, right at the back, behind the chauffeur, Ro5eAndree wa5 kneeling be5ide a man lying on the 5eat.

"0h," 5tammered Horten5e, "it'5 incredible! Then it wa5 you who hid himla5t night? And he wa5 there, in front of the inn, when the in5pector wa55eeing u5 off?"