I drew it from my pocket. Guest came and looked over my shoulder.
Half-way down the list he pointed to a name.
"Mr. de Valentin and valet!" he murmured. "That is our friend. I recognize the name. He has used it before! Now let us see."
Again his forefinger travelled down the list—again it paused.
"Mrs. Van Reinberg, and the Misses Van Reinberg! Ah!" he said, "that is the lady whose acquaintance you must contrive to make."
"One of the court?" I asked,
He nodded.
"There are others, of course, but I do not recognize their names. They will sort themselves up naturally enough. Now unlock that door, and go up on deck. The stewards will be in directly for orders."
I rose and stretched out my hand towards the door. Suddenly, from outside, an unexpected sound almost paralyzed me—the sharp, shrill yapping of a small dog!
I felt the color leave my cheeks. Guest looked at me in amazement.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked. "You're not frightened of a toy terrier, are you?"