impact of the sun. Gay, rainbow blinds protected the customerswho were sipping
at the pavement cafe opposite. The veryshops were unfamiliar and alluring
a baker's window displayedsticks of bread, tumbled baskets of croissants, rich chocolategateaux, there were excitingly different vegetables and fruit at thestall beside it, and French newspapers outside the littletobacconist's."Miss Stratton?"She turned, startled out of her absorption yet relieved to bemet. She had not known whether someone would be waiting ather journey's end. Her telegram had given the time of arrival of her train, of course, but there had not been time to wait for a reply.She was surprised to see that the man who had approached herwas a uniformed chauffeur, but presumably Monsieur Treboulhad ordered a hired car to meet her."I am Miss Stratton," she said, smiling. "Monsieur Treboulsent you?""I am to drive you to the Hotel St. Hilaire,
the man replied in strongly accented English.Claire flushed, bending her head, then allowed him to help herinto the back of the sleek grey limousine which was waiting at thekerb.Within moments they were moving through the narrow,winding streets.So, Claire thought, she was not yet to meet the Treboulfamily? It looked as though her task would be as difficult as shehad feared. Her task had seemed embarrassing from thebeginning, but she had been,hoping that the Trebouls would make some gesture whichwould ease her path.