"Good night and good-bye, Luzanne," he said huskily. "You can get home
alone, can't you?"

She laughed a little, then she said: "I guess so. I've lived in New York
some years. But you and I are married, Carnac, and you ought to take me
to your home."

There was something devilish in her smile now. Then the whole truth
burst upon Carnac. "Married--married! When did I marry you? Good God!"
"You married me this afternoon after lunch at Shipton. I have the
certificate and I mean to hold you to it."

"You mean to hold me to it--a real marriage to-day at Shipton! You and
your father and Ingot tricked me into this."

"He was a real Judge, and it was a real marriage."

"It is a fraud, and I'll unmask it," Carnac declared in anger.

"It would be difficult to prove. You signed our names in the hotel
register as Mr. and Mrs. Carnac Grier. I mean to stick to that name--
Mrs. Carnac Grier. I'll make you a good wife, Carnac--do believe it.

"I'll believe nothing but the worst of you ever. I'll fight the thing
out, by God!"

She shook her head and smiled. "I meant you to marry me, when you saved
my life from the streetcar. I never saw but one man I wanted to marry,
and you are that man, Carnac. You wouldn't ask me, so I made you marry
me. You could go farther and fare worse. Come, take me home--take me