He dressed himself in a towelling robe that reached the ground and put a towel round his neck before he sat down beside her in a deckchair.
“Do you feel cooler now, darling?” she asked.
“Much cooler.”
“While you were swimming they told me that Papa has woken up, had a good meal and gone back to sleep. But later he would like to see us both.”
“We will talk to him when he wakes,” Craig said, “but I hope it will not upset him when we leave Marseilles tonight by train.”
Aloya gave an exclamation.
“We are – leaving tonight?”
“I want to take you to England,” he replied, “first because the Foreign Office are desperately anxious to see your father and find out what he has to tell them and secondly because as soon as this business is finished, I am taking you both to America.”
Aloya looked
