"To London and then to the steamer." "Today?" "Today is Wednesday. No other Holland Line boat sails for Amsterdam before Sunday, and I have yet our passage to secure and I must also go to the War Office for a few moments. You see we have very little time." "But I can't pack my boxes then?" "You will have to leave them." "You mean I may take only a satchel?" "A suit-case and satchel if you wish. Leave a note for your maid instructing her to send by express whatever else you wish sent after you." "Is this haste necessary, Mr. Guild?" "Yes, it is. I want to get out of England. I am not sure that I can get out if we wait until Sunday." "Why not?" "I may be detained. I may not be permitted to leave with you. All foreigners are under more or less suspicion. I am rather sure that I have been under surveillance already at the Berkeley Hotel." They had moved out into the hall together while he was speaking, and now, together, they went up the stairs. "If you don't mind," she said, "my room is in disorder, but I'll have to pack there and you will have to sit there if you wish to talk to me." It was a white and chintz room in dainty disorder. She went away and returned in a moment or two with a satchel and suit-case. These she placed on the bed, opened, and then, dragging out various drawers of chiffonier and chest, began to transfer her apparel to the two bags. "I am extremely sorry," he said, "to hurry you so inconveniently." "I don't mind," she replied, busy with her packing. "You see I am an actress and I have travelled with a company in the provinces. That _was_ an experience!" She turned her pretty head and looked at Guild. "I had no maid then, except at the theatres where we played, and I had to share her with three other girls. Really, Mr. Guild, it taught me how to pack things rather rapidly." Her white hands were flying as she folded and placed garment after garment in the suit-case, serene, self-possessed, quite undisturbed by his presence at the rather intimate display of her apparel. The garments were bewilderingly frail to him; she tucked and packed them into place; a faint fresh scent seemed to freshen the place. He said: "I don't think we are going to have any trouble about leaving England. But, if any trouble does arise, would you have sufficient confidence in me to do what I say?" She continued her packing for a few moments without replying, then turned and looked at him. And at the same moment the telephone on the table beside her bed tinkled. "There is Anna now!" she exclaimed with the emphasis of relief. "Will you pardon me? No, I don't mean you are to leave the room----" She lifted the receiver: "Yes, I am here.... Yes, this is Miss Girard. Yes, Miss Karen Girard.... Mr. Louis Grätz? Oh, good morning!" At the name of the man with whom she was speaking Guild turned around surprised. At the same instant the girl's face flushed brightly as she sat listening to what the distant Mr. Grätz was saying to her.