"As I do not even know her name, it is unlikely that I shall
be able to secure that permission."

"Darrin, it is my right to receive an answer to my question,"
insisted Cantor, his eyes glittering coldly.

"You will have to find out from some one other than myself, then,"
was Dave's calm answer.

"Darrin, you force me to tell you more than I really ought to
tell. I am going to marry that young woman!"

"Is the young woman aware of your intentions, sir?" Dave demanded,
quietly.

"Yes! Darrin, I tell you, I am going to marry that young woman,
and it is most imperative that I should see her as early as possible.
Give me the number of that taxicab, and I can find the driver
and learn where he took her. Now, what are you smiling at, Darrin?"

"It struck me, sir, that you should already know the address of
a young woman whom you are engaged to marry."

Lieutenant Cantor repressed an exclamation of impatience and bit
his lips.

"Of course I know her home address," he deigned to reply, "but
she is not a New Yorker. Her home is at a considerable distance,
and I do not know where to find her in New York. Give me that
taxicab number and I shall be able to secure shore leave. By