Valda was sure that was what he would do, but she did not say so.
“We have to be prepared,” she said evasively. “We have to think of every detail. My father always said ‘no adventure can be successful unless one checks every detail’.”
There was a faint smile on Roydon’s face as if he humoured a child, while he went to a desk that stood in the corner of the room and wrote down two addresses.
“The first will find me in Paris,” he said. “If in actual fact I am turned away from your stepfather’s door, I will go there and wait for at least a week. The other will always find me in London.”
“I may not even be able to write to you,” Valda said. “I may just appear.”
“You are being very nervous about all this,” Roydon said soothingly.
“I am trying to be sensible. You know as well as I do that
