was gone.
Mrs. Caulfield shut the door with a bang. Visits to
Greece, trips to Paris for the weekend with strange
Frenchmen! What was happening to her daughter?
When Kate got home, she asked her about Jean-Paul,
and Kate told her enough to set her mind partially at rest.
Kate could see that she was still longing to ask questions
about Marc Lillitos, but, since Kate obstinately set her face
against discussing the subject, there was little her mother
could do but accept the fact.
Kate managed to book a seat to Paris, very early on the
Saturday, and wrote to Jean-Paul’s Paris address giving the
time of arrival.
She was curious about his invitation. Why did he want to
see her again? He had no interest in her, she was sure of
that. But if so, what was his reason for inviting her?
She left for London on the Friday after school and spent
the Friday night in a small hotel near London Airport. Her
flight to Paris arrived on time and she came through
Customs, carrying her light overnight bag, to find Jean-
Paul patiently awaiting her.
He took her bag, smiling. “I am glad to see you again,
cherie!”
She glanced at him oddly. Suddenly she had a suspicion
that he was up to something, but what?
They went directly to the apartment of his friends, to
leave her bag there, and Kate liked the friendly English
couple on sight. Henry Murray was short, sturdy with
brown eyes and a quiet smile. His wife, Clare, had a French
elegance coupled with British informality. She chattered