The steward opened the stateroom door for them, set the luggage on the lounge, asked if there was anything more he could do, was told that there was not, and took himself off.
Guild locked the door after him, turned and looked down at the girl, who had sunk trembling upon the lounge.
"What is there in that satchel?" he asked coldly.
"I don't know."
"What!" he said in a contemptuous voice.
"Kervyn—my friend—I do not know," she stammered.
"You must know! You packed it!"
"Yes. But I do not know. Can't you believe me?"
"How can I? You know what you put into that satchel, don't you?"
"I—put in toilet articles—night clothes—money."