‘And her friend?’ I exclaimed, ’she knows nothing of the necessity for secrecy, and may perhaps gossip about it.’

‘She is going to Hastings to-day.’

‘Hastings!’ said I, ’why M. Desmoulin, Zola’s companion, does nothing but talk of going to Hastings!  I am glad I know this.  Hastings is barred for good, so far as Zola is concerned.’

’Well, I will arrange for my wife to see her friend this morning before she starts,’ Mr. Spalding rejoined, ’and in this way we may be sure that her friend will say nothing.’

This excellent suggestion was acted upon immediately.  Mr. Spalding telegraphed full instructions to his wife, and later in the day I learnt that everything had been satisfactorily arranged.  But for this timely action, following upon my lucky call at Messrs. Chatto and Windus’s establishment, it is virtually certain that the meeting in the Buckingham Palace Road would have been talked about and the game of ‘Where is Zola?’ brought to an abrupt conclusion.  As it happened, both ladies, being duly warned, preserved absolute secrecy.

After going to Bishopsgate Street to see Wareham, and executing several minor commissions, I returned to the Grosvenor, where Zola and Desmoulin were much amused when I told them of the outcome of the previous day’s fright.

‘It was a remarkable coincidence certainly,’ said M. Zola.  ’At a low calculation I daresay a thousand women passed me in the streets yesterday; just one of them recognised me, and she, you say, was Mrs. Spalding.  Shortsighted as I am, not having seen her, too, since I was in England, a few years ago, I had no notion she was the person who turned as she passed along, and said, “There’s Monsieur Zola.”

’But the curious part of it is that you should have had to go to Chatto’s, and should have learnt the lady’s name so promptly from her husband!  Mathematically there were untold chances that this lady who recognised me might be some stranger’s wife, and that we might never more hear anything of her!  Yet you discover her identity at once.  This is the kind of thing which occasionally occurs in novels, but which critics say never happens in real life.  Well, now we know the contrary.’

And he added gaily, ’You see it is another instance of my good luck, which still attends me in spite of all the striving of those who bear me grudges.’

So far as the ladies were concerned things were, indeed, very satisfactory.  But the same could hardly be said of the position at the Grosvenor.  Neither M. Zola nor M. Desmoulin could leave the hotel or return to it without being scrutinised.  They had also noticed many a glance in their direction at meal-time in the dining-room; and they had come to the conclusion that departure was imperative.  I did not gainsay them, for I shared their views, and, in fact, I had already discussed the matter with Wareham.  I explained, however, that one must have a few hours to devise suitable plans.