Drexel gave the necessary orders. They made a stop at a fruit store, another at a confectioner’s—but when she looked back, there, at a distance, was the captain jogging in their tracks.
“He is following—that’s certain!” she breathed.
“He is suspicious, but hesitates to do anything, and thinks it wisest to watch us. Apparently there is no shaking him.”
Suddenly a new idea rushed into Drexel’s head. He looked down into her face; he tried to speak steadily—tried to keep his joy out of his voice.
“Do you remember what we told that officer—that we were husband and wife?”
“Yes.”
“Till we can get rid of him, our only safety is in keeping up that pretence. If we make one suspicious move he will pounce upon us. You and I, we must stay together.”
She was silent.
“Don’t you see that?” he asked.
“Yes. But the danger to you?”