She was now thinking solely of her own imminent disgrace.

Inspiration came to her.
"You say you talked to William, the coachman.

He'll tell you who I am.
There's the bell--ring for him!" The officer scratched his chin.

Then he eyed his co-laborer meditatively.
"Not a bad idea, Bill.

There's a chance she may be on the level, and there'd be hell to pay at headquarters if we got in bad with any of these swells.