"Nonsense."
"That's all right. I say come forward."
They made him up a corner in the smoking-room of the 'Frisco car, and
he could have slept like a baby had not the conviction suddenly come
upon him that he had seen Gertrude Brock. Should he, after all, see
her again? And what did it mean? Why was she looking in terror into
his stateroom?