of our American men. What are you going to do with this play of yours?"
"Miss Elizabeth Dalstan has promised to produce it," he told her.
She looked at him in some surprise.
"Elizabeth Dalstan?" she repeated. "Why, she's one of our best actresses."
"I understood so," he replied. "She has heard the story—in fact I wrote out one of the scenes with her. She is going to produce it as soon as it's finished."
"Well, all you poor idiots who write things have some fine tale to tell their typewriter," she remarked. "You seem as though you mean it, though. Where did you meet Elizabeth Dalstan?"
"I came over with her on the Elletania," he answered thoughtlessly.
She gave a little start. Then she turned upon him almost in anger.
"Well, of all the simpletons!" she exclaimed. "So that's the way you give yourself away, is it? Just here from Jamaica, eh! Nothing to do with Douglas Romilly! Never heard of the Elletania, did you! I'd like to see you on the grid at police headquarters for five minutes, with one of our men asking you a few friendly questions! You'd look well, you would! You ought to go about with a nurse!"
Philip had all the appearance of a guilty child.
"You see," he explained penitently, "I am new to this sort of thing. However, you know now."
"Still ready to swear that you're not Douglas Romilly, I suppose?"
