With a word to the guard he crossed the floor to intercept Mrs.Dupont.

The latter regarded his approach with astonishment, her hand on Captain Barrett's blue sleeve.
"Certainly not," she replied rather sharply to his first question.

"I am not in charge of Miss McDonald.

She is no doubt amusing herself somewhere; possibly lying down over at the hotel; she complained of a headache earlier in the evening.

Why do you come to me ?" "Yes," broke in the Captain, "that is what I wish to know, Hamlin.