While they went down to the Dominion Line dock, the girl passed into the hotel and Harry saw her go upstairs.
The hotel clerk, a dudish young fellow, was staring after her when Harry approached him and said:
"Deuced pretty girl that."
"Very," assented the clerk. "A widow, too!"
"Rather young to be a widow, don't you think?"
"Yes, indeed."
"What's her name?"
"Mrs. Marie P. Savoy."
"Been here long?"
"A week."