"They are not, sir," the man answered promptly. "The young lady to whom
this one belongs has a special permission; but he is not allowed to be
out alone. He must have run away."
There was the sound of rustling petticoats. A young woman in black came
hurrying down the passage. She caught up the dog without a word, and
hastened away.
"At what time would you like to be called, sir?" the man asked.
"Send me the bath-room steward, and I will let you know," I answered,
stepping back into the state-room.
"He'll be round in a few minutes, sir," the man answered, and passed on.
Guest leaned towards me. His eyes were bright and alert, and his manner
was perfectly composed. He was more used to such crises than I was. He
asked no question; he waited for me to speak.
"It was her maid!" I exclaimed. "I was sure of the dog."
"Miss Van Hoyt's?"
"Yes!"
He caught up the passengers list. There was no such name there.
"If it is she," he said quietly, "she is here to watch you! It proves
nothing else. I shall be seasick all the way over, and at New York we
must part.
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