"How will he know?"
"The name you signed on the register."
"That's so, too," Monte admitted. "But that says only 'Madame Covington.' Madame Covington might be any one."
He smiled, but his lips were tense.
"She may have been called home unexpectedly."
The girl hid her face in her hands. He rose and stepped to her side.
"There, there," he said gently. "Don't worry about that. There is no reason why they should ever associate you with her. If they make any inquiries of me about madame, I'll just say she has gone away for a little while—perhaps for a week or two. Is that right?"
"I—I don't know."
"Nothing unusual about that. Wives are always going away. Even Chic's wife goes away every now and then. As for you, little woman, I think you did the only thing possible. I met that Peter Noyes this morning."
Startled, she raised her face from her hands.