"Oh, Algernon, I cannot bear to be left alone! Can't you make them see that it is a mistake? Tell them you are an Englishman. Have you not a passport or something you can show them?"
He made no reply, but turned from her sullenly.
But the official who spoke English took compassion on her.
"If there should be a mistake, monsieur will be set at liberty at once. Madame may be sure of that."
"But why, why is he arrested?" demanded Juliet. "What is he supposed to have done?"
"He is wanted—in London," said the man slowly; "we are telegraphed to stop him. It is just a little affair of—of—let me think, what is the word that you say?"
"A little affair of what?" demanded Juliet.
"Ah, I have it—forgerie—a little affair of forgerie. Is it that madame comprehends?"
"Forgery!" Juliet sank back in the cab with a low cry of dismay.
The man closed the door, and the next moment the vehicle was in motion, bearing her, she knew not whither, through the strange city.