She knew the hour must be late.
But while these questions were revolving in her mind she still suspected no plot against her liberty.

She must perforce wait for Arthur to explain his queer conduct; so she sat quietly enough in her place awaiting his coming, while the ferry puffed steadily across the river to the Jersey shore.
The stopping of the boat aroused Louise from her reflections.

Arthur not here yet?
Voices were calling outside; vehicles were noisily leaving their positions on the boat to clatter across the platforms.

But there was no sign of Arthur.
Again Louise tried to find the speaking tube.

Then she made an endeavor to open the door, although just then the car started with a jerk that flung her back against the cushions.
The knowledge that she had been grossly deceived by her conductor at last had the effect of arousing the girl to a sense of her danger.
Something must be wrong.