"Ah, ciel!" she breathed, "then I am lost!" and she turned so pale that Stewart thought she was going to faint.
"Lost!" he protested. "In what way lost? What do you mean?"
By a mighty effort she fought back the faintness and regained a little of her self-control.
"At this hotel," she explained, in a hoarse voice, "I was to have met a man who was to accompany me across the frontier. He had a passport for both of us—for himself and for his wife."
"You were to pass as his wife?"
"Yes."
"But you did not know the man?"
"Evidently—or I should not have—"
She stopped, her face crimson with embarrassment.
"H-m!" said Stewart, reflecting that he, at least, had no reason to regret the mistake. "Perhaps this unknown is in some other room."