A Lady in Distress
“So that’s that,” said Anthony, finishing off his glass and replacing it on the table. “What boat were you going on?”
“ Granarth Castle .”
“Passage booked in your name, I suppose, so I’d better travel as James McGrath. We’ve outgrown the passport business, haven’t we?”
“No odds either way. You and I are totally unlike, but we’d probably have the same description on one of those blinking things. Height six feet, hair brown, eyes blue, nose, ordinary, chin ordinary—”
“Not so much of this ‘ordinary’ stunt. Let me tell you that Castle’s selected me out of several applicants solely on account of my pleasing appearance and nice manners.”