"I wish you every success," he said. "Personally, I think that you are wasting your time here."
"Perhaps so," Barnes answered. "I'm taking my own risks."
Wrayson turned away, and at that moment the Baroness re-entered the room.
"My friend," she said, addressing Wrayson, "I can do nothing for you. Whether you have offended Louise or made her too happy, I cannot say. But she will not come down. You will not see her again to-night."
"I am sorry," Wrayson answered. "She is going away to-morrow, I understand?"
The Baroness sighed.
"Alas!" she declared, "I must not answer any questions. Louise has forbidden it."
Wrayson took up his hat.
"In that case," he remarked, "there remains nothing for me but to wish you good night!"
There was a cab on the rank opposite, and Wrayson, after a moment's hesitation, entered it and was driven to the club. He scarcely expected to find any one there, but he was in no mood for sleep, and the thought of his own empty rooms chilled him. Somewhat to his surprise, however, he found the smoking-room full. The central figure of the most important group was the Colonel, his face beaming with good-nature, and his cheeks just a little flushed. He welcomed Wrayson almost boisterously.
"Come along, Herbert," he cried. "Plenty of room. What'll you have to drink, and have you heard the news?"
