"But the letter, sir?"

"You must remember, Mrs. Clephane, that I found the letter in an
abandoned cab."

"And now that you know to whom it belongs," she flashed, "you will not
return it?"

"Because I can't! Which brings us back to where we started--and to
dinner."

"I will not dine with you!"

"Then let me dine with you!"

"No!"

"Fix it any way you wish, only so that we dine together," he persisted.
"I've the cosiest little table reserved for us, and--"

"Mr. Harleston," the page was calling. "Mr. Harles--"

Harleston turned, and the boy saw him.

"Telephone, sir," said he, giving Harleston the call slip.

"Will you excuse me a moment, Mrs. Clephane?" Harleston asked, and
hurried out--conscious all the while that Madeline Spencer and her
companion were watching him.