That last meeting of our eyes had reassured her of my loyalty; with the quick intuition of a woman she had comprehended the truth, and this ribbon, apparently carelessly dropped, was for my guidance.

I thrust it into my pocket, but the soft touch of the silk seemed to bring back to me a sense of caution.

I knew the door was locked, and assured myself there was no space beneath.

If I was to communicate with her, other means must be employed.

What?
This was the second stateroom on the port side.