Where was he and how had it fared with him? Her
serene calm was not disturbed--she felt certainty in every breath of the
soft warm air--the certainty that the springtime of their souls had
come.
Now, that same morning, John Derringham had arrived at the Grand Hotel,
and, after breakfasting, had made his way to the hotel to which Mrs.
Porrit had informed him the Professor's letters were to be addressed.
And Demetrius, whom he asked for, hearing Mr. Carlyon was out, was able
to give him information as to where his master had gone; so that he set
off at once.
The Palace of the Caesars was rather a labyrinth to expect to find
anybody in, but he would do his best. And so it happened, after about an
hour's search, that he came upon Cheiron alone, just as he reached
Livia's house.
Mr. Carlyon held out his hand.
"Well, John," he said, "and so we meet again."
His old pupil shook it heartily, and Cheiron, seeing that joyous light
in his eyes, raised his left penthouse with a whimsical smile.
"Got clear of the Octopus, I should imagine," he said laconically.
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