And he walked out to the promenade deck. The Duke looked at his cousin, flushed a swarthy red at the cynical laugh on her pretty face. Then he, too, hurried out—through the saloon passage. He was anxious to get to his own stateroom to think things over.
XI
WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN
Back in his stateroom Warren was poring with renewed interest over the time-tables between Liverpool, London, Paris, and Madrid. Seguro was on the main line from the French capital to the principal one of Spain.
As he made various penciled memoranda upon a page of his leather notebook, the telephone bell tinkled.
He answered and heard the voice of the Princess.
"Can you see me at once,—on the promenade deck, by my door?"
"Yes. Good-by."
In a few moments he was talking to her in the dark; all the lights of her suite were out. The girl was very nervous.