"Obviously." The young man was thinking very hard.
"And if it isn't Guile, there must be an excellent reason for her sailing under a false name. She doesn't look like an adventuress."
R. Schmidt rewarded this remark with a cold stare. "Would you mind telling me what she does look like, Dank?" he enquired severely.
The lieutenant flushed. "I have not had the same opportunity for observation that you've enjoyed, sir, but I should say, off-hand, that she looks like a very dangerous young person."
"Do you mean to imply that she is—er—not altogether what one would call right?"
Dank grinned. "Don't you regard her as rather perilously beautiful?"
"Oh, I see. That's what you mean. I suppose you got that from Hobbs, too."
"Not at all. I have an excellent pair of eyes."
"What are you trying to get at, Dank?" demanded Robin abruptly.
"I'm trying to get to the bottom of Miss Guile's guile, if it please your royal highness," said the lieutenant coolly. "It is hard to connect the B and the G, you know."