"Call a cab, at once, please."

"Certainly, sir."

The rest of the corps of servants was at the other end of the big room.
Anisty made certain that they were not watching, then stealthily passed the
canvas bag to the girl. She bent her head, bestowing it in her hand-bag.

"You have made me ... happy, Dan," came tremulously from beneath the
hat-brim.

Whatever doubts may have assailed him when it was too late, by that remark
were effaced, silenced. Who could mistrust her sincerity?...

"Then when and where may I see you again?" he demanded.

"The same place."

It was a bold move; but she was standing; the waiter was back, announcing
the cab in waiting, and he dared not protest. Yet his pat _riposte_
commanded her admiration.

"No. Too risky. If they are watching here, they may be there, too." He
shook his head decidedly. The flicker of doubt was again extinguished; for
undoubtedly Maitland had escorted her home that morning; her reference had
been to that place. "Somewhere else," he insisted, confident that she was
playing fair.

She appeared to think for an instant, then, fumbling in her pocket-book,
extracted a typical feminine pencil stub,--its business-end looking as