The carriage paused to let a trolley pass, and a strong arc-light beat in
upon the two. A passing stranger peered curiously at them, and the girl
shrank back in fear. It was momentary, but the minds of the two were
brought back to the immediate necessities of the occasion.

"Now, what may I do for you?" asked Dunham in a quiet, business-like tone,
as if it were his privilege and right to do all that was to be done. "Have
you thought where you would like to go?"

"I have not been able to do much thinking. It required all my wits to act
with the present. But I know that I must not be any further trouble to
you. You have done more already than any one could expect. If you can have
the carriage stop in some quiet, out-of-the-way street where I shall not
be noticed, I will get out and relieve you. If I hadn't been so frightened
at first, I should have had more sense than to burden you this way. I hope
some day I shall be able to repay your kindness, though I fear it is too
great ever to repay."

"Please don't talk in that way," said he protestingly. "It has been a
pleasure to do the little that I have done, and you have more than repaid
it by the delight you have given me and my friends. I could not think of
leaving you until you are out of your trouble, and if you will only give
me a little hint of how to help, I will do my utmost for you. Are you
quite sure you were followed? Don't you think you could trust me enough to
tell me a little more about the matter?"

She shuddered visibly.

"Forgive me," he murmured. "I see it distresses you. Of course it is