"You haven't got a cable through regarding her?" the general asked. "Her passports—lost—lot of red tape, of course."
"Not a line from Paris even," Reynolds answered. "Miss Gerson says the ambassador could vouch for her, and"
"Indeed he could!" Jane started impulsively toward the general. "It was his wife arranged my motor for me and advanced me money."
General Crandall looked down into her eager face indulgently.
"You really are very anxious to sail, Miss Gerson?"
"General Crandall, I'm not very good at these please-spare-my-lover speeches," the girl began, her lips tremulous. "But it means a lot to me—to go; my job, my career. I've fought my way this far, and here I am—and there's the sea out there. If I can't step aboard the Saxonia Friday morning it—it will break my heart."
Gibraltar's master honed his chin thoughtfully for a minute.
"Um—I'm sure I don't want to break anybody's heart—not at my age, miss. I see no good reason why I should not let you go if noth-
