"Indeed!" said Miss Carleton, a world of inquiry in her eyes.
"Yes; Mr. Mainwaring, the gentleman conversing with Lieutenant Cohen over there. He and I both went to your assistance the other evening, but, much to my regret, he was quicker than I. He remarked to me after he came back on deck that he had supposed you were a stranger, but that your face looked familiar. He asked your name, and whether you were with Mr. Thornton and his daughter, stating that he had met you. Correct, I presume?"
"Quite so," said Miss Carleton, quietly.
"And now about that passenger list, Miss Carleton; you have my permission to examine it, and I will accompany you myself."
She thanked him. "Are you acquainted with Mr. Mainwaring?" she inquired, carelessly.
"Never met him until this trip. On first learning his name, I supposed him to be a member of your party, as he is evidently a gentleman; but I soon learned that he was alone."
A few moments later the register was opened for Miss Carleton's inspection, but she did not have to search long. Half-way down the first page she found, in the familiar writing of the secretary, the name which she sought—"Harold Scott Mainwaring."