"You're good," she cried, "and Peter's good! And I—"
The girl finished for her:—
"No matter what happens, you'll always be to me Peter's Marjory," she said. "You'll always keep me proud."
CHAPTER XVI
A WALK ON THE QUAY
Monte, stepping out of his room early after a restless night, saw a black-haired young man wearing a shade over his eyes fumbling about for the elevator button. He had the thin, nervous mouth and the square jaw of an American.
Monte stepped up to him.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"Thank you," answered Noyes; "I thought I could make it alone, but there is n't much light here."