“I wonder if it was booked before sailing for some one—some one who didn’t turn up. I suppose we could find out.”

“You lie very well, Gipsy girl. But it will save time and trouble now if you tell me all about it.”

“I do. I suspect everybody. I’m in the mood when one looks round for the most unlikely person.”

“Rayburn has far too much sense to attempt to wake me up in the middle of the night.”

“I want to apologize to you. I behaved like a perfect boor last night.”

“Put you where you can do no harm in case your friends come after you.”

“Tell us something—even if you have to invent it for our special benefit.”

Never have I seen a man more taken aback. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

“You could write that under any snapshot of a train,” I said. Women never think of these simple things.

“After all, he has his explanations for everything.”

I always know when I am beaten. I went down to the car with tears in my eyes.

“Don’t cry, Anne. Please don’t cry. You’re safe now. No one shall hurt you.”

“That’s another story,” I quoted. “My story. And I’m going to tell it you now.”

“You forget that he declares positively it was you who knocked him down.”

The woman was quite indignant. And yet everybody knows that nightmares are a direct result of injudicious eating.

“I fancy that this is a young man we should all be very glad to lay our hands on.”

“Just because you’re comfortably married and getting fat, you’ve forgotten that there’s any such thing as romance,” I ended.

“I think that I may fairly say I have done it. The man you love is cleared of suspicion.”

“We were both reckless—anxious to get killed. One night we exchanged identification discs—for luck! Lucas was killed the next day—blown to pieces.”

Bless you, liquid eyes. Some day you will see what a mistake you have made in not marrying me.