"Here it is;" and I opened the document bearing the American eagle and the signature of Hamilton Fish.
The two men put their heads together, neither being able to tell what sort of a paper it was, which secretly amused me. The men were in civilian's dress. Turning to Kate, her passport was demanded. She had none.
"And of what nation are you?" asked the spokesman.
She refused to tell.
"And what is your name?"
She refused to answer that. The poor girl had become so nervous under the ordeal, which for her had been of a very violent character, that she imagined nothing could be more disgraceful and humiliating than to have her name mixed up with a police-affair.
Finding that she was inexorable, they returned to me with, "Well, miss, you must go with us to the police," and showed me a paper of arrest.
"And why must I go to the police?"
"Because you have been at the Grand Hôtel."
"What Grand Hôtel?"