"Oh, come! Brace up, little girl." His voice was all kindness now. "If you're really bound to get away—"
"I am," came the muffled voice.
"But have you got any place to go?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"My married sister's in London."
"Truly?"
"I can show you a cablegram if you don't believe me."
"That's all right, then. I'll take a chance. Now for one deep, dark, and deadly plot. If the pilot-boat is after you, they'll look up your name and cabin on the passenger list."
"I didn't give my real name."