"What could you have done, Miss Girard?" he asked, pleasantly.
"I don't know. I—I felt as though we—you and I—were allies—and that I ought to help you. But it all passed too quickly——"
"There was nothing you could have done for me," he smiled.
She said reflectively: "I myself don't quite see how I could have helped matters. But I didn't wish you to believe me afraid to help you."
He looked into her wistful eyes smilingly: "Somehow," he said, "I don't believe you are really very much afraid of anything."
A slight shudder passed over her. "Violence is new to me. I am not very experienced—not very old you know. And I never saw men fight. And when"—she lowered her voice—"when that chauffeur struck them so heavily—so dreadfully—I—I have never seen men fight like that—strike each other in the face as though they—they meant murder——"
"Don't think of it now, Miss Girard. You must keep your nerve." He forced a laugh; "you'll need all your composure, too, because I've got something to tell you which you won't like. Shall I tell you now?"
"Yes, please."
"Then—the man, Grätz, says that you must go aboard that steamer as my wife."
The girl looked at him bewildered. "Somebody," continued Guild, "has taken passage for us as Mr. and Mrs. Kervyn Guild. Grätz warned me. My name is Kervyn. Yours is Karen. Our initials are alike. If there is any suspicion directed toward us there are the initials on your satchel and suit-case—and presumably on your clothing. Do you understand?"