Then the man drew his attention to a paper.
“Ah! What do you say your name is?”
“Robert Garrett, an Englishman.”
“Then who is Robert Anstruther?”
In a moment my heart fell. I knew what was coming.
“I don’t understand you.”
“Here is a letter of credit for a large sum of money, the name on it is Robert Anstruther. Explain your possession of it.”
I tried to affect indifference. “Oh, that!” I exclaimed. “Robert Anstruther is my cousin, and I am taking it to him to Cracow.”
But he didn’t believe me.
“You say you are English, and this lady your sister?”