Instead of calling my orderly, and having him show you your stateroom, I must in some way arrange to get you there, myself." "That's kind of you, I'm sure," she answered, half in mockery, half in gratitude.
"There I will supply you with medical supplies.

In some manner or other you can manage to do up your hair and resume your disguise.

You will remain in your stateroom--under arrest--until such time as you are cast loose, tomorrow, in your plane." "Tomorrow ?" "I should say, sometime before night of the day that has already begun.

Food and drink will be brought you, of course." "That's very good of you, sir." Her smile tantalized.

The curt laconicism of her manner, in the masculine role, had changed to the softer ways of womankind.