Some subtle instinct prompted him to do this, with the impression that she was—what?
That was an enigma. He could not, for the life of him, have told why, but he was impressed with an idea that there was some strange romance connected with her visit to the sea-shore—that she did not come alone for pleasure, but for an object that might be worth investigating.
She left the cars, and at once took a carriage for the principal hotel.
Not to be balked, Fritz jumped into another carriage, and directed the driver to take him to the same hotel.
His conveyance arrived first, and he was standing on the veranda, when the carriage drove up with Madge, and she got out.
She scarcely noticed him as she came up the steps and passed into the hotel; but, after she had registered, she came out, and touched him on the arm.
"You are watching me—what for?" she asked, when he turned around facing her. "Am I an object of suspicion to you, sir?"
Fritz flushed uncomfortably, and hardly knew how to answer.
"Vel, I—I—"
"There! don't make any apologies or excuses; I know you are, and shall look out for you. Please understand I am no criminal!"