"Going on to Chicago?"
"She isn't at Chicago, is she?" demanded Edward Henry, aghast. "I thought she'd reached New York!"
"Who?"
"Isabel Joy."
"Oh! Isabel's in New York, sure enough. She's right here. They say she'll have to catch the Lithuania if she's going to get away with it."
"Get away with what?"
"Well—the goods."
The precious word reminded Edward Henry of an evening at Wilkins's and raised his spirits even higher. It was a word he loved.
"And I've got to catch the Lithuania, too!" said he. "But Trent doesn't know!... And let me tell you she's going to do the quickest turn-round that any ship ever did. The purser assured me she'll leave at noon to-morrow unless the world comes to an end in the meantime. Now what about a hotel?"
"You'll stay with me—naturally."