Anthony rose and his sickly smile appeared again.
"I can—can only apologize and assume all the blame," he said unsteadily. "I will have Wilkins bring you your clothes, and as soon as you are dressed we will——"
"You mean those men's clothes?" Mary asked sharply.
"Of course."
"And go out in them in daylight?"
"Certainly."
"I wouldn't do that for an even million dollars!" Mary informed him.
"But you'll have to do that!" said Anthony.
"But I will not have to do it, because I won't do it!" the girl said flatly and with considerable warmth. "Why, every man, woman, and child in the street would know, the very second they looked at me, and I—oh, no! I won't do that!"
"There's nothing else to do!" Anthony cried desperately. "You—er—you don't understand this hotel, young woman. A woman seen leaving one of these apartments and going out of the house, more especially at this time of the day—er——"