“Don’t be offended. You wouldn’t be if you knew how much there was at stake. But I’ve got to trust someone⁠—and it must be a woman.”

“Why?”

“Because of ‘women and children first.’ ” He looked round and lowered his voice. “I’m carrying papers⁠—vitally important papers. They may make all the difference to the Allies in the war. You understand? These papers have got to be saved! They’ve more chance with you than with me. Will you take them?”

The girl held out her hand.

“Wait⁠—I must warn you. There may be a risk⁠—if I’ve been followed. I don’t think I have, but one never knows. If so, there will be danger. Have you the nerve to go through with it?”

The girl smiled.

“I’ll go through with it all right. And I’m real proud to be chosen! What am I to do with them afterwards?”

“Watch the newspapers! I’ll advertise in the personal column of the Times , beginning ‘Shipmate.’ At the end of three days if there’s nothing⁠—well, you’ll know I’m down and out. Then take the packet to the American Embassy, and deliver it into the Ambassador’s own hands. Is that clear?”

“Quite clear.”

“Then be ready⁠—I’m going to say goodbye.” He took her hand in his. “Goodbye. Good luck to you,” he said in a louder tone.

Her hand closed on the oilskin packet that had lain in his palm.