Lorry was again in a perspiration, this time the result of a
vague, growing suspicion that had forced itself into his mind.
He wandered aimlessly away, his brain a chaos of speculation.
The suspicion to which he had given countenance grew, and as it
enlarged he suffered torment untold. Gradually he came to the
conclusion that she had fooled him, had lied to him. She did not
intend to sail on the Wilhelm, at all. It was all very clear to
him now, that strangeness in her manner, those odd occasional
smiles What was she? An adventuress! That sweet-faced girl a
little ordinary coquette, a liar? He turned cold with the
thought. Nor was she alone in her duplicity. Had not her uncle
and aunt been as ready to deceive him? Were they trying to throw
him off their track for some subtle purpose? Had they done
something for which they were compelled to fly the country as
quickly as possible? No! Not that! They certainly were not
fleeing from justice. But why were they not on board the Kaiser
Wilhelm?

Suddenly he started as if he had been struck, and an involuntary
exclamation of pain and horror escaped his lips. Perhaps
something unforeseen had happened--an accident--illness--even
death!

The clanging of bells broke upon his ears and he knew that the
great ship was about to depart. Mechanically, disconsolately he
walked out and paced the broad, crowded wharf. All was
excitement. There was the rush of people, the shouts, the
cheers, the puffing of tugs, the churning of water, and the
Kaiser Wilhelm was off on its long voyage. Half-heartedly,
miserably and in a dazed condition he found a place in the front