“They have your passport! Can’t they trace you through that?”
She shook her head. “It was a false passport.”
“What can we do now?”
“I must leave, somehow.”
“Then I leave, too!” cried Drexel.
“I cannot let you risk yourself further.”
“You cannot prevent me!”
“But you must have guessed that that gendarme captain is not the only man searching for me.”
“I don’t care if there are a hundred!” he cried recklessly.
She looked at him queerly a moment.