Half-way down the list he pointed to a name.
"Mr. de Valentin and valet!" he murmured. "That is our friend. I
recognize the name. He has used it before! Now let us see."
Again his forefinger travelled down the list--again it paused.
"Mrs. Van Reinberg, and the Misses Van Reinberg! Ah!" he said, "that is
the lady whose acquaintance you must contrive to make."
"One of the court?" I asked,
He nodded.
"There are others, of course, but I do not recognize their names. They
will sort themselves up naturally enough. Now unlock that door, and go up
on deck. The stewards will be in directly for orders."
I rose and stretched out my hand towards the door. Suddenly, from
outside, an unexpected sound almost paralyzed me--the sharp, shrill
yapping of a small dog!
I felt the color leave my cheeks. Guest looked at me in amazement.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked. "You're not frightened of a toy
terrier, are you?"
I opened the door. Of course, my sudden fear had been absurd. I peered
out into the passage, and a little exclamation broke from my lips.
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