He began to pace the room. “What shall we do?” he asked himself. “What shall we do?” Suddenly he paused. “I have it. Passports are not required for travelling on trains. Except in such rare cases as this afternoon. We shall go upon a trip--as Americans--one lasting for days, or till we can think of something better. If any trouble rises, I’ll bluff it out. Are you willing?” “It is I who should ask the question of you.” “Then it is settled!” He was fairly swept out of himself by the prospect of days spent in her company. The danger--that was nothing! “But how can we leave the hotel, without its looking queer?” she asked. “There is your bag, you know.” “We’ll not take it. Luckily there’s nothing about it to reveal my identity. The things in it we really need I can put in the big pockets of my shuba,” and he pointed at his great loose fur coat. “We’ll simply saunter out with the air of going for a stroll. A bag and anything else we want we can buy at some little shop.” She nodded. “And I noticed there was a side entrance, out of which we might slip without being seen.” “Yes. One minute, and we’ll be off!” He slipped on his shuba, threw open the bag, stuffed his pockets, then closed the bag again. “Come now,” he cried, almost gaily, starting for the door. “But wait.” He looked at her with a quizzical smile. “Don’t you think it’s--er--rather nice for a husband and wife to know one another’s name?” She smiled back. “Why yes, it would be a convenience.” “Well--?” “You called me Mary.” “Yes, but that--” “My name is Mary Davis,” she said. And for all that she still smiled, he knew he would get no other name. “Then I’m to remain John Davis, I suppose. But in my case there’s no reason you should not know my real name. It’s Henry Drexel.” At his name the smile faded from her face, and one hand slowly reached out and caught the back of a chair. “Henry Drexel!” she breathed. “You seem to know it.” “You are--ah--the American who has been here as the guest of Prince Berloff? Whose cousin is going to marry the prince?” “Yes.” She was quite calm again. “Yes, I have heard of you. That’s only natural, for the marriage has been much talked about. Shall we start?” They were at the door, when she stopped him with a hand upon his arm. “Something just occurs to me. Would it not be wiser to learn about the trains before we leave? We can better regulate our actions then.” “Of course. I should have thought of that. I can make inquiries down at the hotel office--as though I were finding out in advance about trains for to-morrow or the next day.” He laid aside his cap and coat. “I’ll be back immediately.”